Loosed in the garden by creator were we, armed only with human nature and common sense.
Years we survived with only those tools, and we learned as we went.
Humankind attuned to the earth, living and thriving in balance with nature.
Than came greed and man learned to profit through destruction.
Slash and burn, lay waste what was good. Pave over mistakes and move on there is money to be made.
There is little left of that long ago garden; those with eyes to see are scarce.
Zombies of gratification notice nothing. They shuffle through life stuffing themselves with fast food and clamoring for dancing with the stars and this years newest idol.
Dying, slowly dying on a diet of lies and not knowing. Holding out false hope for "Pink Magic" to numb them.
It was always a matter of free will and we have failed.
Topic(s) of this poem: human nature
Form: Free Verse
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