Are We All Insane! ! ! ! ! ! ! Poem by john (called jack) wren

A quiet pool is hard to find
in places ravaged by mankind,
whose furtive deeds lie about
like litter left by thief and lout.

Digging up here, dropping things there
makes it hard to establish a lair,
where once splendour held reign
waste now rules over this domain.

Trees that once kissed the cloud
are just stumps, in a misty shroud,
undressed in haste, down to the bone
stripped of life, stripped of throne.

Places of haunting melody
cower in fear from jeopardy,
from those who plan to raze
the shrub with the yellow blaze.
from their hillside and dale
despite the cries of the frail.


And devices hidden on various terrain
bequeathed by them of little brain,
who get their kicks inflicting woe
before returning to their sewer below.

Those who ride horse out in the sticks
superciliously proud who get their kicks
pursuing a enemy with evil intent
when baying hounds pick up scent
Pursuing a foe who cannot fight back
till it runs out of breath, or out of track.

Do Adam and Eve take all the blame
or are we all bloody insane?
God gave us this Earth too enjoy

Not to spoil and destroy! !