The Green Pen Poem by Catherine Habbie

The green pen writes
And having writ
It waits for the ink to dry
Mankind though had other plans
It planned a world green sans

With picket fences
And deep trenches
Solemn roads for the soul to cry
A path where the heart wrenches
No place here for quiet park benches

There may be hope still
When from the soul ensues a trill
This is not the way to die
The old ways are learnt again
Mankind now is once more sane