"We don't inherit the earth from our ancestors, we BORROW it from our children!"
-David Brower
he entered, a woodcutter of hundred,
deserving by manner,
his deeds had to be sacred.
For means and family, he did all that he could,
no doubt half his life went by, in chopping wood...
Providing rigid support to him,
entered his son along too,
said his son, "I have weak lungs",
of course, he was eighty-two!
For means and to nourish the family tree,
his son spent half his life working for a factory...
Holding his hand, entered his grandson,
who was only forty by age,
but resembled by looks, an old, tired sage!
Only after coughing thrice had he revealed,
that he had contributed to a wound which could never be healed!
For means and family, he agreed to supply,
weapons, on which, for money he would rely...
In the man's firm arms,
he held a baby too,
leave alone his age, his birth was due,
He saw death before the world,
for, his ancestors left with him a bunch of wealth,
but made the world worse than hell for his health...
Awesome poem, and even better message....the world should see this and act upon it...keep it up!
ReplyDeleteTrue, the world (WE all) should act upon it...
DeleteThanks for the praise, by the way :)