The River Flows

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Why do we hate nature

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,


Nothing civil here.

Submitted: January 05, 2011

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I noticed you liked to write poems about nature. from your previous poem you wrote "new zion" A now "new babylons" i'm jus curious what those words signify? btw profound poem;)

Wed, January 5th, 2011 11:40pm


Zion is a term traditionally meaning Jerusalem, but has been used in many contexts simply to describe a holy land or even more often a generally sacred place. A last refuge of a people if you will.

Babylon was a city-state located in Mesopotamia(modern day Iraq) and was basically the most advanced and decadent civilization of its time. Often described as a "holy city."

Fri, January 7th, 2011 5:14pm

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