WHY

Standing here upon Mother Earth, my arms upraised high, I seek through haze our father Sun while acid clouds roll by.

Around me floats dusts of ancestors, even to the skies, from earth their bodies enhance, in breezes come their sighs.

Always their questions fill the air. Always the same. "Why?"

Oh how tears fill these reddened eyes as I think of days gone by.

I look about for forest, where trees once vied the skies. To behold only their asphalt monuments where cars go streaming by.

I look about at the lakes and streams, only again to cry. For where none but beauty ever touched, now loathsome garbage lie.

Where animal brothers used to roam, and birds once filled the skies. There coveted homes, all empty now, nothing left but sighs.

Once the the sound of night birds soothed us, with lovely lullabies. Now all are mute with sad despair, as progress blunders by.

Once Grand-parents sat back in contented happiness, watching the monuments to their existance, as they laughed and played nearby,

Now children wail in hunger, as parents wring their hands nearby, "The money from work for others, fail to meet demands!" they cry.

Yet, once we lived in a a land of plenty, that demanded only try. And made ourselves a living from skills our hands supplied.