The Destroyers Of This Earth.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

what do get from all these noise
the shouting women
screaming madness
all the commands of men

we get feed with something
that we always like to vomit
in the streets of this
shattering cities

we will be missing what was once there
a running brook, sunshine softly shining on the green fields of wheat
children cheering one another upon their innocent little games
white dogs beside the working men carrying their spades for digging
the women bathing and washing by the river

we are no longer happy people
having sinned destroying what was once green and fresh and alluring