"What is man", Eric asks,
"doing to the earth,
in the game of greed and name of progress?"
by Eric Lee Baker
trickle through this lush of
your steel, your wood are bone
cutting flesh in frenzied flashes
as the surgeons' slicing you condone
in the minds of men
fill your lungs with hot black death
let them speak of what's to come.....
as you take every breath
your jet black tongues obliterate
and chase away the sun
profit and progress at any cost
now the damage has been done
with what destruction? with what despair?
could you have ravaged anymore?
the land lays split and broken
with wounds we can't ignore!
and man, in all his ignorance
his obsessions and his pride
did not intend for death to come
nor prepare it a place to reside
so now it rides the
across the great divide
its' tracks like rotting stitches
sewn forever in its' side.
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