If man was meant to fly he’d have two wings,

Yet I see men intent on soaring high,

Not satisfied with mountain-tops at all,

I wish that they would come back down to Earth,

They live their lives with heads up in the air,

Ignoring all the problems on the ground.

As riches disappear from underground.

To fuel the transport, lift the silver wings,

No matter that we’re poisoning the air,

Our profit margin’s never been so high,

The smoking flight paths cobweb o’er the Earth,

With fly-buy points in easy reach of all.

A futile few will try to preach to all,

But persecuted, they must go to ground,

The Book said meek shall perquisite the Earth?

Another story borne on angels’ wings,

As Wall Street tycoons hit another high,

And soon they’ll own a license for the air.

We search for birds aloft in heavy air,

Before too long perceive there’s none at all,

Perhaps we set our standards far too high?

Or is perspective warped here on the ground?

With background noise that masks the beat of wings,

And veiling clouds that canopy the Earth.

Incessant tremors permeate the Earth,

Unseen embrasures puncture fragile air,

In ocean’s depth no wave of Manta’s wings,

Our greed has sentenced genocide to all,

As iron rocks to sand are slowly ground,

And help the dunes attain their latest high.

Forget about the latest in-crowd high,

The future is in jeopardy for Earth,

Get down upon your knees and kiss the ground,

Our legacy was clean unsullied air,

We haven’t helped improve our lives at all,

The corporations waited in the wings.

You gasp for air, but it’s not there at all,

Your wings are clipped, you flap upon the ground,

I bet they laugh at Earth from up on high.

More of my Environment Poems HERE