Empty Till
Greenpeace warriors cast their spell
upon this land but don't do well
Shadows drawn upon the ground
in twilight gleam the daylight drowns
Frantic fighting round and round
but earth till sings it's keening sound
She weeps in sorrow, cries in pain
for desecration naught to gain
Her foliage withers under sun
with acid rain tis all but done
Our mother earth shall die away
no trees to climb, no grass on which to play
The sky so thick with factories grime
can't see ahead to future times
Even with eyes opened wide
the truth from us forever hides
Afraid to live in nature's hands
we continue destruction of this land
Till all around us barren scene
insidiously invades our natures dream
It takes from us our children's pleasure
forces them to pay the measure
And as they tally up the bill
and check for money in the till
They find that in our thoughtlessness
we've left them in a bankrupt mess
Kevin F. Dustin
