SUICIDAL GREED

Strolling along, casting shadows
On the shadows of the trees,
Heat extracting moisture,
Counteracted by cool breeze.

Sunlight warms the dusty dirt,
Hornets swarm the shaded eaves,
Manufactured by civilized men,
Who rake and burn the leaves.

Smoke ascending up and away,
Absorbed by the smoggy skies.
Newborn bird, tests its wings,
But it falters as it flies.

Young raccoon from wooded hills,
On the highway, its carcass lies.
A crying sun, looks upon,
As a planet pitifully dies.

Blades of grass, straining to grow
Through cracks in sidewalk plains.
Concrete streets continually spread
To block the soil from the rains.

Distractions from the visible truth,
Pollute and drown men’s brains.
Governments flood mass media fears
To keep their subjects trained.

Henry Ford can’t build a car
To take men to their souls.
Hypnosis of material wealth,
Destroys the minds it controls.

To television and commercialism,
Men’s intellects are sold,
Measuring the value of life,
By counting coins of gold.

A lizard from a broken bush,
Runs through scarce green weeds.
In bold attempts, the wind does blow,
Scattering life with seeds.

Striving for luxuriant survival,
Escaping man’s degenerative deeds,
With faith in the value of life,
Despite our suicidal greed.