Once Great Landscape Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Once a great landscape.
Today scathed by scorching corruption.
Has produced more rotten lemons.
Not even one can be found,
Can bring back the taste...
Of delicious lemonade.
If one wished to sip,
Even on a half of a glass of it.
To satisfy the crave.

Implemented everywhere,
Along the routes of promise.
Fields of blooming orchards lay destroyed.
Once taken for granted the fruits they bear,
Would be there to encourage the youth...
To select and pick from an array of choices.
Now sickened with madness.
By an exclusive feeding of thieves feasting.
The opportunity of diversity,
Has decayed to observe this...
On a landscape left by vultures to leave,
A massive infested manifestation...
Of a destruction conducted,
That has ruined the vision...
No longer to be disbelieved by those deluded.
To see and not hear to ignore,
What they have allowed to follow.
With ignorance intact and pretense.