We dig and dig and turn up the soil
Until we find both coal and oil,
Then it is loaded onto trucks and into tankers
Many will become richer than God, or bankers.
People will fight and countries will have wars
From what has been withdrawn from the earth's pores,
The rich will celebrate and they will then feast
At the remains found from the belly of the beast.
Coal and oil will always pollute
But, that fact or the need of it many will try to dispute,
Blood, life and weakness will be the final cost
For that energy for many, their humanity is lost.
The greedy don't care for what is clean or free
They don't want to help the poor, or either you or me,
As long as they can earn another, or an extra dollar
They won't listen to a humanitarian, or even a scholar.
Answers was once given when man looked into the air
And if he looked now, the answers are still there,
If man moves forward he will not ever freeze
He will find the sun again, and he will feel the wind's breeze.
Randy L. McClave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem