Sonnet 16 Irreversible Bane Poem by Francisco Luis Arroyave Tabares

Manufacturer of selfish manners
Man is offender of the wilderness
Which helped him more through ages of darkness
Than these promises of city planners.

Greedy instincts are the only scanners
For headlong destructions that limitless
Exploit soils and abuse the fragilness
Of specia awaiting death banners.

With no more prudence for Ecology
Called by many esoteric thinking
We owe more than words of apology.
The world's progress is elusive and vane
In ways the universe is reclaiming
But we choose this irreversible bane.
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Bane = ruin