Vera Sidhwa

Tall Buildings Of York City - Poem by Vera Sidhwa

Buildings of York City,
You scare me,
Your world is virtually,
Crowded with buildings.

Yet just still build and built, buildings! ! !

We're letting this happen,
In the name of progress.
We can't drive cars from right to left,
Cars and buildings in form of regress.

Children don't play in lush green,
Their playground a tragic cement scene.
They hop and skip around,
But not on swings, slides or playground.

They play on sheets of cement,
For mothers to keep them safe,
From parking lot cars,
A torment.

To keep up with their childrens' safety,
And possibly some other mother's liability.

Buildings of York City,
Built in sci-fi age,
Violations of nature,
And it's natural grace.

Violations of humans,
Violations of land,
Violations of the Red Race,
Are now violations of the Human Race.

It doesn't matter.
Our children will face,
A failure of the Earth's
Blue, green and white environment.

When the satellites provide a photo,
Our sights won't believe,
Nobody will hear, our too late sigh.
The colors of planet Earth,

Grey, brown in sky.
The oceans of the Earth,
The green of the leaves,
And the pure white of the cloud ridden sky,
Laid down to rest forever.

Now it's time for your scientific plans.
But those plans won't matter,
With the pollution's earthly scatter
Spreading globally around,
Without a human protest found.

No other planet will be able to nuture,
To save us from Earth's emergency ending future.
This upcoming trend, causing messages,
To each other to send.

Too late to stop the red Apocalyptic End.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 20, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, June 4, 2013

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