RMC

Abundant and plentiful

are the trees that spawn life.

Yet disappear do they now

in an ecosystem under a knife.

Toxins spill and hands of men

torture the surface of the earth.

She quakes in the midst of pain

and to disasters gives birth.

Questions rile the mind I find

I want a simple mind to battle

with logic and reason forefront

in a season of time I won’t rattle.

Changing my future with love

of the value of keeping sane

my own battles amidst all of

the acid falling from the rain.

To kindle genuine structure

in the order of things I address

is necessary for me to keep clear

the demands of the past I confess.

I wanted knowledge and all I

found was regret, pain and tears

that spread abundant clear all

over the anguishing years.

Our condition is conducive to

take down the beautiful stars

so that we have them for ourselves

to observe and reap benefit in jars.

A globe a sphere of this earth

is broken and bleeds out humanity

a river of blood and tumult

across not just rivers but the sea.

Ice melts at the Poles and time

is not their friend do we have souls?

Our duty should be ambassadors of

this life and destruction control.