<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420126" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>On the state of things</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My once rich topsoil clouds the seas</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Man’s pesticides are poisoning me</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> This creature talks about his “right”</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> as he ushers in forever night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> What about the rights of those</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Who did not wear designer clothes? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Those who fur or feathers wore</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> and eked out life by tooth and claw.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> My ocean’s are awash with trash, </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Over fished and fading fast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Ever larger swaths of sea</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Hypoxic, anaerobic be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> On land, my tale is much the same</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> From space, behold my forests burn</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The little parasites descend</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And rip my treasures from within.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Where once my oceans teemed with life</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> They’re silent, nearly empty now</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And fields that once would gleam with grain</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Befoul my air with flatulent cows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Even my humble worker bees</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Are dying off because of man</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Are you prepared for silent springs? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Will death from hunger stalk the land? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Have you no awe, have you no fear? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Have you no thought of what’s to come? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Where once there was a paradise-</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> a dying sphere, a heartless sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+F.+McCullagh">John F. McCullagh</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420126" data-title="On the state of things de John F. McCullagh" data-description="My once rich topsoil clouds the seas Man’s pesticides are poisoning me This creature talks about his “right” as he ushers in forever night. What about the rights of those Who did not wear designer clothes? Those who fur or fe..."></div> </div> </div>

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