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Legacy of the Human Race ( a poem of reconciliation)
This human intervention, of its brief interlude, if to be a legacy of its succession,
Perhaps, that of a denial, a forfeiture of all that's gone before, a dispossession?
Upon this planet man plants determined feet, as footprints of discord, of his grief,
Unnecessarily spoiling, wasteful habits embroiling, of a god, seemingly a disbelief.
What will be left of the air to be breathed, the breath of all life, as conceived,
Shall our oceans, their waters to be maligned, life eradicated, as is believed?
Could all green life forms be extracted, cut down, subtracted, in our own haste,
Will there ever be pure water to drink, so necessary, or only poisonous waste?
There may only be a legacy, if there are those left, the life forms to remain,
Might we annihilate our own, every last one, in non-inheritance, as insane?
Not providing for our youth, devoid of the simple truth, as this life, is in vane,
This country, where once all life mattered, now is so scattered, all in pain?
Through change, may we leave a record of our intent, that as if was heaven sent,
Stop polluting oceans, streams, burning bad fuels, where a cleanest life is meant.
Cease cutting in such huge numbers, our trees, providing us purest air to breathe,
Provide a finest legacy, our children to regard as destiny, an honor, ours to leave.
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