Something wicked this way comes
For Dante's Inferno fills God's lungs
Heave o' heave! The mortal tide
Stitch & weave his ruined pride
Or, too late fall
Into the gaping wound
Until the time of man
Has been consumed
This world is of our making
Its resources slowly breaking
Yet, we continue to prod & poke
Though, it is ourselves we slowly choke.
If Nature we try to change
It will be us she'll rearrange
And in the end, we'll be no more
Than dust upon her fertile floor
End.
Thanks for the Likes J.D. and Jordyn! Appreciated as always
Thank you very much Keith & Stephen. I hope this pandemic is the start of a realisation to how bad our interference with nature, etc can become. We still have too much to learn!
And Thank you also Emeka and Aviva, yes I'd sign that petition! Although many a poet can be just as vague as a politician! ?. But thank you for your very flattering comment!
And for the Likes Julie, & Holden!
We are all architect of our fate. It is time we stop changing nature ...
Right, I've come to the conclusion that you have to be a poet before you're allowed to become a politician.. Let's start a petition ?
It could go without saying but I'm not going to let it go without saying, this is an amazing poem, and I feel lucky to have had a chance to read it.
Yes, this is great and sends a critical message. It needs to reach the widest possible audience. I'll do my best in my very small way.
Stephen, a first rate poem with a message loud and clear. This should be put in the national press. It is clear and to the point with a poetic if not prophetic flavour.
Thank you for this
Keith
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Brian Hodgkinson
Wed 27th Jan 2021 05:48
Excellent. Yes, it has a prophetic message. ?