The River Flows

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Why do we hate nature

Submitted: January 05, 2011

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The river of the night flows calmly,

Trickles into tributaries of brightening dawn,

The forest chirps and whistles, good morning,

Luna's graveyard shift has come to an end,

For today.


Man arrives, then more,

\"A gated community would do well here,\"

The subtle sounds of life soon escape the forest air,

Replaced by buzzing, crashing, chaos, despair,

Vagrant mammals bent on destruction,

This species requires no further introduction.


Homeless masses march in exile,

They were willing to share,

But man didn't care,

Who will speak for them now?

Very few,

Too little, too late,

The herd will find a new home,

This is true,

But for how long?

New Babylons established daily,

Downstream from a belching Paper Mill.


Why do the humans hate them so?

To relocate their live, to make them go,

Nature dwindles,

Vast ecosystems become zoo's in captivity,

Surrounded by,

Civilization?

Nothing civil here.


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