Desolate wastes
Burnt earth
Destroyed lands

Blight created
Life disturbed

Forever unbalanced
Humanities plight
Brought unrest

Balance destroyed
She is dead
The great mother
From humanities blunders

Author: Dustin

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  • Miller

    This is quite a sad poem. I presume you are writing of the enviroment. I certainly believe man kind needs to clean up it’s act (literally) with the way the world is now days.