Spill the beans
Just confess
Who left our world?
In such a mess
Once a place
Fresh and green
Now it’s rotting
Most obscene
The colours gone
All is brown
Our countryside
Became a town
People sit
While others stare
No one helps
Or seems to care
What went wrong?
Did we do it?
We had a chance
And we all blew it
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
How well we all should be able to identify with this! Some folks seem to hide their heads in the sand and ignore the problem while others say it doesn't exist. Well, look around you. What's left to exist today may not be here tomorrow! Thankyou Dave for such a charming way of telling it like it is: our environment's almost history! (10)
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another poem well done. nature is dying, our flowers, trees even our wildlife. Who's at fault? will all the humans raise their hands. a wonderful job, well penned