Who is Responsible..Just Who? asked the Owl.
Just who is responsible now for this dry lake bed,
the fish are gone. the wild things are all dead?
Why are the beautiful geese to fly here no more,
dark flies all feast on the carnage, by the score?
The trees are now leafless, for lack of blessed rain,
just who has left behind this shameful red stain?
Where is the pure air that we all did once breathe,
while those by the hundreds, may seek to deceive?
When will we have our grand blue skies, once again,
and a better tomorrow, in our gratitude, to begin?
Must we go to sleep amid our nightmares, so bleak,
no food in our stomachs, that we each do seek?
Are men responsible for this travesty, that's so grim,
To tarnish this planet, then in clouding this gem?
Will a radiant future earth, await us all, some fine day,
As gray squirrels scamper, and brown deer, to play?
Should our lives become better, if the bad ones all did go,
new worlds to conquer, flying to worlds, they don't know?
Would societies just repeat the mistakes made, once again,
As in dreams, our fond thoughts fly away in the wind?
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