Mighty Ev'rest looks out upon
The vastness of creation,
And on its surface treks with vigor
A minuscule abomination.
On this spectacle of nature,
Ascends the human tentacle.
Not knowing of its error dire,
nor its grand mistake so epochal.
That it is there does not entail
That it's there just to be conquered.
Just as the riches of the world,
were not made to be mongered.
Does this not sum up quite nicely,
All of humanity's pursuits?
The truth that fails to pierce the conscience,
That we're all but lowly bandicoots.
this is very intriguing, and atmospheric, i enjoyed reading this and is going in my favourites also. thankyou for writing this :)
this is really good, probably my favorite of yours so far.(:
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hey, I hope the word badicoots was not directed at me. And what's wrong with a little mongering. Too tall, too tall, give me something smaller to climb. All kidding aside, great poem, with a sincere message. Good write.