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A Poem by Carl

You scar and you scratch

And put holes in the sky

You rip and you pull

As the rivers run dry

You tear and you burn

So it blocks out the sun

And you didn't even flinch

When the deed was done


You pollute all the seas

So the oceans turn black

Harness wind power and gas

A resource that you lack

Fight over a forest

As another tree dies

And you didn't even flinch

When you heard my cries


You go sifting for gold

And digging for coal

And the drilling for oil

Is taking its toll

Renewable Energy

Is the way so it seems

And you didn't even flinch

When you heard my screams


You don't see the damage

The wounds you have caused

The shock of your exploits

Can not be absorbed

I'm broken and scarred

But no one really sees

And you didn't even flinch

When I was brought to my knees


You won't even consider

That I was here first

Drill Hammer Burn

To quench your thirst

Destruction and carnage

Is left in your wake

And you didn't flinch

At the mistakes that you make


You don't even think

What you do is strange

You don't even feel

The tempreature change

The burning of fuels

To you isn't wrong

And you didn't even flinch

You just carried on


I've felt the affects

From the things that you've done

Every scratch burn and drill

I've felt everyone

And you didn't even flinch

At what I've had to say

In your arrogance and blindness

You just walk away

© 2012 Carl

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Is this metaphorical for destruction inside your soul? Not sure but good job.

Posted 4 Years Ago

I like this one, it has a cadence like Seuss but harder on the edges. I do appreciate that it keeps mood and flow till the end an doesn't sell out for a happy finish. I hope to see this one in one of your performances one day...

Posted 6 Years Ago

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Added on September 6, 2012
Last Updated on September 6, 2012



Quality Street - England

Hi I'm Carl. I'm from England. I can't remember a time when I did not write. I went to school and had the most amazing teacher an American called Martin Foxwell. He taught me so much. The greatest le.. more..

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A Poem by Carl