Forsaking Green

Beauty soaked roses lend the pedals
To the demanding wind of our voices
And fly to the fire.
All beauty eradicated,
Now they're no more then a burnt memory,
A memory of what used to be.
At the loss earth sheds it's tears,
Letting its water run free to rebuild the past.
New walls to block it out, the earth had a plan,
But to us, money was what it was all about.
The dry crisp ground gives it all, with no stall,
And without hesitation we take it all.
Green gives way to greed, a change of scenes.
Recycle the waste left over to build a new waste-making machine.
It's a cycle of death that'll continue until nothings left.




Poetry by David D
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Written on 2006-12-06 at 01:32

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