what we're doing

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

how we affect our environment
My painting " King of the Hill "

We build, expand, we encroach,

Edifices replace bush without reproach.

The natural world is dwindling now,

Replaced by signs, and a fiberglass cow.

The World caught a break as we laid low,

For almost two years it was calm and slow.

But the wheels of progress still in demand,

Destroy our nature, and tear up the land.

As a result of what we want, the numbers declined,

And the lives of endangered animals existence unwind.

We loose these gifts that have graced the land, 

By our greed and the need, of our cruel hand.

That carpark there, was once just a park,

With beautiful trees, that nested a Lark.

And densely the jungle that some had forbode,

Is trampled and stripmined for pieces of gold.

How much do we need to rob from nature?

As stewards we should preserve and nurture. 

For we are not the only beings existing,

As many creatures lives are now listing.



Submitted: October 18, 2021

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So well said, dewey. A beautiful painting too.

Mon, October 18th, 2021 6:01pm


Ta my friend, I hope you're having better days mate.

Mon, October 18th, 2021 10:48pm

olive tree

God damn Dewey excuse the icky flattery but this poem needs to be taught in primary schools alongside Banjo Patterson

Tue, October 19th, 2021 12:12am


A bit thick mate, appreciated, but I am certainly not Patterson caliber. Blinkin sad that humans are such arrogant wanks. Many will never innerstand the Dadirri found communing with nature.

Mon, October 18th, 2021 10:55pm

Kossettes Novellettes

This is true, humanity will eventually wipe out everything and in turn we will wipe ourselves out. My only thought is that maybe that is how things are meant to work. It sucks but once we die from what we did maybe life will return and the cycle will just repeat itself until the sun ultimately explodes and wipes out our galaxy. This was a great poem and I loved it.

Thu, October 21st, 2021 5:36am


Ta mate, sad but true.

Wed, October 20th, 2021 10:52pm

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