Cockerels Crow Poem by Gordon D Wilkinson

Cockerels crow at the break of day
Singing to the sun
Waking life’s mysteries
A baby cries
Work sirens shrieks the time
Families waking, groaning, rushing
Traffic building
Fumes raise curling tendrils high
Humanity starts daily destruction
Digging deeper
Gouging out what it wants
Increasing the damage, unsustainable
Water sources polluted a little more
Slowly killing the earth
Still we go on
The cockerels crow another day
Damaging further we go on relentless
Stop!
Time to clean up our mess
Care for the seas
Clean the land
Otherwise
Fifty years hence
The day will dawn
The cockerels won't crow
We will be gone