Inveterate Pentinence

To the source of life who bears us... MomzillaNC's challenge

My deepest apologies

Oh! My patient sickened mother;

living  at the end of your tethers

My deepest apologies

The forest primeval weeps

as deprived of her rights; and pleas.

My deepest apologies 

Meglomaniacs plunder your reserves

in haste; no care to preserve.

My deepest apologies

We, puny beings, hunters of anything alive

till extinction, we who connived.

My deepest apologies

you stare back; an eglomise,

laden with our mistakes; we still reprise.

Reviews

[MomzillaNC]

Great use of language. I love when writing uses the wealth of the language instead of relying upon lazy solecisms. Your poem is ambiguous, yet still a direct conviction of humanities wasteful and damaging and continuing impact.

Minor edit: "Meglomaniacs plunder [your] reserves"

[Sindu]

thanks a lot! Thats what I wanted to convey.
oh! a typo crept in..

[MomzillaNC]

You're welcome. And, glad I could help.

[Swetha]

my deepest praise to you! very beautifully written.

[Sindu]

Thanks a lot Swetha!

[hardeep sabharwal]

a nice piece with a nice vocabulary, I like your way of expression

[Sindu]

Thank you so much Hardeep..

[Bill O. Writes]

Great job here. Loved the repetitions. It really drove this piece home with a strong message.

[Sindu]

Thanks Bill..