Post No.959
17 December 2016
Suicide of Civilisation
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I wander up hill and down dale
Looking for the street called Straight,
Passing though bogs and sawn down logs –
Signs of progress while nations regress –
Where bare sand erodes in the wind
And deserts overtake the forests;
Cities and towns mushroom at every turn,
Concrete jungles whose heat smothers
The very air we breathe, the air we need,
Until mankind turns on itself
Playing the blame game to the death.
Copyright: Denise Allen 17.12.2016 20:58