Voice Of The Accuser Poem by Jack Beck

The beauty of the begin has been destroyed all the natives had fled,
Wild animals tamed and farmed so that you could be fed,
You realise to late the mistakes have been made what a shame what a pity,
You gave the animals no choice forced them into your city,
For there was no vermin till you made it so,
Scrounging through your bins and the litter you throw,
The country was green the sky line was clear,
The future looks bleak you have reason to fear,
Fear for your children and fear for your health,
You sold the earth to gain your wealth,
Where is the beauty that you were handed?
You melted the ice left the polo bear stranded,
Your obsession to make things easier to render effort obsolete,
You insist on carriages and simply refuse to use your feet,
You stole the trees from my land
You stole the rocks from my earth,
So what did you gain what was it worth,