Environment, Poetry, Writing

Dust and Rust. A poem.

Take down the green,
straddle the Earth with
the carbon footprint of giants.
Every tree felled, another wooden nail
in our meagre wooden coffin.

Let the next race be won
by whomever loves this
planet more than
humans being,
who in our rush to claim the prize
have won nothing but
dust, rust,
and forgotten lies.

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