The River Flows

The River Flows

A Poem by MikeTheMechanic
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We do we hate nature so?

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The river of the night flows calmly,
Trickles into tributaries of brightening dawn,
The forest chirps and whistles, good morning,
Luna's graveyard shift has come to an end,
For today.

Man arrives, then more,
"A gated community would do well here,"
The subtle sounds of life soon escape the forest air,
Replaced by buzzing, crashing, chaos, despair,
Vagrant mammals bent on destruction,
This species requires no further introduction.

Homeless masses march in exile,
They were willing to share,
But man didn't care,
Who will speak for them now?
Very few,
Too little, too late,
The herd will find a new home,
This is true,
But for how long?
New Babylons established daily,
Downstream from a belching Paper Mill.

Why do the humans hate them so?
To relocate their lives, to make them go,
Nature dwindles,
Vast ecosystems become zoo's in captivity,
Surrounded by,
Civilization?
Nothing civil here.

© 2011 MikeTheMechanic


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This reminds me of the trail of tears that the Native Americans were forced into. You could actually compare this poem to a number of incidents in history. You point out a great moral point that people should consider. There is another side to this tale as well. The townspeople in Forks, WA use to have a huge economy around the logging industry, but declined severely in the late 90s. I think you did a good poem on this poem. I have no suggestions for improvement.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Added on January 21, 2011
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MikeTheMechanic
MikeTheMechanic

Houston, TX



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