I'M Scarecrow Of The Past Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I'm scarecrow of the past
Much to do about nothing
In pollution I did trust
Everything green roughing
I have destiny to make
And destruction to flow
My heart of haulm at stake
I have nowhere else to go

I'm a breeder of black dust
There is no future at sight
Only death now to trust
In its wondering what's right
Green earth will be lost
With no leaves on the trees
All prosperity crisscrossed
For shadow and its coveys

I'm war blasting through
Knocking on each ones door
Join my forces won't you
To damage more and more
Crying game I will give a try
Oceans spill in toxic waste
Blacken up the Blue Sky
And every impurity enlaced