The world is unkind
Uncaring, a concrete jungle
Destructive of the living
Hateful of nature
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Good poem. It raises a most pertinent question: how does we, our life, life of each one of us, affect our environment, Mother Earth? That, "The earth has not been bequeathed to us by our ancestors, we have just borrowed it from the next generation."
How housing and industry along with road and rail are overwhelming the countryside