Useful Things Poem by Lotlot Diaz

When useful things are wasted
and are not wisely used,
I feel that god's abundance
is wantonly abused.

We waste the fruits in the orchard;
We waste our grains and hay;
We squander hours and minutes;
We waste the light of day.

The trees in virgin forests,
The fishes in the bay,
The water in the brooklets,
We waste them everyday.

We waste our lives and resources
in internecine wars.
O how we waste God's bounty
When to the moons and stars we race.