Drops In a Mix

Just because your vision now focuses to see it...
Does not mean it has not already been seen.
Just like someone who makes a discovery...
To make claims of ownership,
And ignore those who had been there inhabiting.
Before you made oil a slick habit licked.

Your troubles and agonies have been felt and suffered,
Long before you declared them yours.
It is just your turn to receive what has been afflicted.
Remember how you ignored those who were stripped,
And left alone to deal with it?
Well...
Prepare yourself.
What now belongs to you,
Comes for a prelonged visit!

This Earth is round.
Nothing belongs to anyone exclusively.
It is all to be shared.
You can not decide to take what you wish.
To deceive others by depriving them of the best of it...
While you feast and feed your gluttony,
And sit.
Offering nothing but hatred and conflict!

To Mother Nature you are nothing more,
Than drops in a mix to be collected in a bucket!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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