Bringing death to life,
Or life to death,
If only laws of greed abide,
From caverns deep,
And fossil old,
Black tears make weep,
Massive graves, destructions pool,
Rotten flesh and trees,
Siphoned by a greedy fool,
A catastrophe brought back to life,
Slowly even now it kills,
Instead of blessings, brings much strife,
A child at play,
Man’s mind of knowing,
His wisdoms toys,
Now our destruction sowing,
The founder of all knowing blessed,
The maker of all things,
Forbade, all secrets from him wrest,
Not that, the little men in coats of white,
The schooled and brilliant of our time,
Often thought they found the light,
The basic truth though sure escapes,
A secret far too deep,
Even for us modern apes,
Still if Hippocrates knew
First do no harm,
To me our you,
Why I ask, this not apply,
To all of precious life,
Kill man and bird and fly,
We might well copy clone or wish,
To resurrect, or bring new life,
In a Petrie dish,
My doubts persist this will ever be,
That primal soup that God had made,
These secrets give to you or me,
Knowing that our joy and pride,
Curiosity and greed,
Make little Gods of men in white,
And truly too, we think they are,
Their products we enjoy,
From plastic bottles, to Otto’s car,
Flea spray, fly spray, and a host of others,
Riverbeds of medicines,
Kill all things male, and soon their mothers,
This witches pot of poison brew,
Like children stir the pot,
Not knowing what we do,
We harvest life from riverbed,
From living earth and tree,
And bring it death instead,
Such knowing is but shallow bait,
It sure is full of glitter gold,
When all of life to rest is laid.©04/10/2009
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