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Prosperity, A Pocket To Fill
Michelle D. Lewis |
Progress showed through my window today;
Nature, a sacrifice, lost in the disarray.
Industrial barbarians mauled and mangled the land.
For prosperity's sake, she no longer stands.
She'll yield no more God's miraculous designs:
the changing of seasons, the passage of time.
The glory of autumn in her visage once showed.
Falling leaves rich in color are now tears of gold.
Wintry fingers will never reach again for the sky
or buds burst forth when spring has arrived.
Ripped from the soil with little effort or strife
by a cold, iron claw consuming a life.
No longer her beauty my eyes will behold.
For the sake of expansion, she's been bought and sold.
Laid to waste for concrete, mortar and steel
Laid to waste for "prosperity" with a pocket to fill.
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