Man Foolish Man Poem by Michael Kersting

As I sit on this stump of driftwood
Looking out to sea
I am tired, oh, so tired!
All is nought but desolation.
O, foolish Man!

All is still, all is silent
But for the soft lapping
Of the waves on the shore
A shore of skeletons and seashells
O, foolish Man!

Where have all the flowers gone?
Where are the Birds?
Where are the animals?
Gone! Glone into the acrid mists of oblivion
O foolish Man!

Man had done it -the ultimate
He has destroyed himself and all
Life around him
O, foolish Man!
.
I will have to move on
The planet is void of life,
But Man, I will miss him
For In all his foolishness

He was dear to me