His Majesty, the earth, will be rebirthed.
And I turn toward the sun
Rust-obscured towers of tall
Industrial heaven as a pun
Inhaling the cycled wastes of air
Exhaling both ancient and green
Cursing at the Nature's Son,
"We've become one with our fiend!"
Toxins billow to lips of bruised
The sensation that chokes a life
This deadly taint upon the wind
To prove as our finishing strife
"For what is worth the life of man!"
I'd rather be dead than diminished
The day we push the ozone's verge
Will be our scheduled finish
Poetry by Kerra Dolarhyde
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Written on 2005-09-15 at 22:12
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Nature's Prospect
Sightless glances westwardAnd I turn toward the sun
Rust-obscured towers of tall
Industrial heaven as a pun
Inhaling the cycled wastes of air
Exhaling both ancient and green
Cursing at the Nature's Son,
"We've become one with our fiend!"
Toxins billow to lips of bruised
The sensation that chokes a life
This deadly taint upon the wind
To prove as our finishing strife
"For what is worth the life of man!"
I'd rather be dead than diminished
The day we push the ozone's verge
Will be our scheduled finish
Poetry by Kerra Dolarhyde
Read 789 times
Written on 2005-09-15 at 22:12
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