On This Disintegrating Earth Poem by Gert Strydom

On this disintegrating earth we try to reach answers,
while industry continuously contaminates every thing,
we try to see where everything fits

while no water washes away the dirt,
we half-blinded do not see the real causes.
On this disintegrating earth we try to reach answers

while we live in the pollution of smoke and gas,
as if we already have all the questions
we try to see where everything fits,

and the man in the street is taxed,
is hindered to the excess use of water and electricity.
On this disintegrating earth we try to reach answers

but do not see the skeletons in the cupboard,
not even the rich and famous that are resisting,
we try to see where everything fits

while with time our lives turn into ash,
nothing more can free us from this decay,
on this disintegrating earth we try to reach answers
we try to see where everything fits.