The farmers cleared the forest,
Cutting, slashing, burning.
Smoke from fires came down like a fog
Choking everything in its path.
Killing all that was enveloped in its dense pall.
Animals of every description fled from
Its path, those who were too slow were
Burned alive. They ran, skin burning, only
To fall as their life was extinguished by fire.
The earth was scorched and crackled.
Wildlife habitats destroyed on an hourly
Basis world-wide as the need to feed an
Ever growing army of human mouths continue
Unrelenting. When will people understand
That nature is held in balance.
we will be 10 billion people in the next three decades. Th population explodes and 70% of them may live in the very hostile region...Good thought..
poetry depends on your mood and grip, when you wish to elaborate you write descriptive and expressive, when you try to sum up you write haiku...both are meaningful! ! !
I can see so clearly the picture you have painted here.....today I got my first ever tattoo....I had it designed... It says in fancy font...POET....MAESTRO OF WORDS with a quill writing the script at the end...so your line about people running with burning skin really hit me because my skin burnt so bad during the process and is still very tender...this is an excellent poem....thank you David
I'm impressed with your thoughts
this reminds me of the California fires every year. nature is held in balance. nice write.
Deforestation and its effects on animal life are narrated in a way that arouse sympathy and message is well conveyed.
Destruction of the wild must be tackled. The poem is a nice attempt. Hope we will have some nature left. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Good message....well written..Thanks for sharing...David.