Nature´s Pillage Poem by william dixon

As often as they plunder her,
We ask ourselves why it must be,
And seek the way to set her free.
But our toil becomes so blurry,
Seen through a prismatic flurry
Of `studies`, wherein all careens,
Furnishing us with a myrial scenes,
Few of which concur,

But rather us from truth dissuade,
So that we´re deceived again
By greedy forces bent on profit,
Corporate kings who nature flay,
In order to extend their reign
And further fill their pockets.