“What will be left”
What will be left?
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
We need to show concern for Nature. Before she disappears.
I took my children to the lake St Clair.
Signs are posted.
Do not swim.
I will buy a Walmart pool and put in the backyard.
Damn we killed off the Great Lakes.
Cancer is running uncontrollable..
The slow death by pollution and greedy men.
Destroying our forest and woodlands.
Will my children be able to play outside?
Or will pollution eat away at their dreams.
We tell our children to be kind.
Skin color doesn’t matter.
You can do anything.
We tell them to be fair and not fight.
Fighting will not solve problems.
Yes, the children see our morals.
They see the hate and disappointment.
Their eyes see the thousands who are homeless and poor.
Our leaders sending soldiers to kill.
Not trying to have peace talks and solve problems.
We wonder why our children don’t want our leftovers.
We must stop the hate.
And the violence and the useless killing.
Keep the family together.
The healing must begin.
Or the eyes and mind of our children will turn against us.
For leaving nothing.
Coyote
Truer words were never written.
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A 10 year old poem. Same meaning and getting worst. I wish we were kinder to nature and the free animals. Thank you dear friend for reading and the comment.
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It seems even more fitting today. I’m glad you brought it back for us.
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