Filmmakers film the wilderness,
In hope that such will help persuade
To preserve more, to destroy less.
But where there's money to be made,
The profiteers will find a way,
In any wilderness there is,
To ravage nature for pay day,
Past, present, future - human biz.
Preserving nature - some do try
To save the wilderness dire fate.
But greed is winning by and by.
For wilderness it is too late.
Too soon all wilderness will be
Just on old films for folks to see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem