Another crop, another farm
Yields to greed’s obscene strong arm.
Each day another field surrenders
To cement and shiny fenders.
Another mountain sadly hacked
As more beauty is ransacked.
One more ragged coyote’s lair
Disappears without a care.
An ever larger cloud of dust
Hides economic lust.
Clean air’s replaced by maudlin fumes
As hammers hammer more new rooms.
Monster mansions bought aboard
By thousands who can’t afford
To pause or rest for a breath,
Since that would mean financial death.
These million dollar monsters bought
By those thousands who have sought
To appear the chosen few
As evidenced by the public’s view.
But in private, worry and concern
Make a flurry as would-bes earn
Just enough for the next bill
By ringing dry their monthly till.
How long can this disaster last?
With resources sagging fast,
Nature and markets will strain to live.
Our offspring, with reason, won’t forgive!
Thursday, August 11, 2011