ENVIRONMENTAL CLUES

 

ENVIRONMENTAL WARNING
If there be Gods, they must be miffed
to witness mute, while man wild dare
pollute their most essential gift
of seas creating clement air.
Will oceans, once with algae green,
replenish air from seas unclean?

Would Gods be proud, that man has learned
to squeeze the oil from ancient clay
and fashion goods to earth returned
as plastic trash that can't decay?
Will trees, our smoke makes weak and bare,
no longer grow in poisoned air?

If our Creators, we must please
inventive man should soon take stock
of chemicals that foul our seas,
transforming Earth to lifeless rock.
Will Seals applaud the end of man
who made their seas his garbage can?

We've changed this world to comfort zone
without regard for any guest
and think the world is ours alone,
all life must serve at our behest.
Will something care when man is gone?
Not hunted deer or orphaned fawn!

FINAL TESTAMENT
Morticians charge tremendous cash
turning loved ones to buried trash.
Cardboard coffin for me
for mourners to last see
the body I want turned to ash.
    

AN UGLY TRUTH
Polluters deny their holes in the sky
    where solar X-rays attack both me and you.
While wise men beseech The warnings they preach,
    are seldom heard by those powerful few.
Our prized DNA will wither away,
    once vanquished microbes, new forms debut.
Will we recognize the shape or the size
   those disturbed nuclei will brew?
Ozone we scatter, will our shield tatter
    sun shade life needs, when gone, won't renew.
When lakes shed their ice we'll remember advice
    to lessen the smoke power plants spew.
In tableau nightmarish, humans could perish,
    because we ignored each pertinent clue.

   FINAL WARNING
If there be God, He must be miffed
    to witness mute, while man wild dare
    pollute their most essential gift
    of seas creating clement air.
Will oceans, once with algae green,
    replenish air from seas unclean?

Would God be proud, that man has learned
    to squeeze the oil from ancient clay
    and fashion goods to earth returned
    as plastic trash that can't decay?
Will trees, our smoke makes weak and bare,
    no longer grow in poisoned air?

If our Creator, we must please,
    inventive man should soon take stock
    of chemicals that foul our seas,
    transforming Earth to lifeless rock.
Will Seals applaud the end of man
    who made their seas his garbage can?

We've changed this world to comfort zone
    without regard for any guest
    and think the world is ours alone,
    all life must serve at our behest.
Will some form of life still linger on,
    or something care when man is gone?

CHERNOBYL'S LEGACY
In just ten years man will forget
that all land masses still connect
by waterways that mute collect
Chernobyl trash now circumspect
but holding back ten million tears.

The fatal myth will then arise
that man can somehow pasteurize
interring waste that's tagged with lies
while poison rays still materialize
for the next two thousand years.