Where Does It Stop
© Jenny Bills
This poem was written in 1989. As an individual who has always been concerned about human, animal and marine life, and all of mother earth...this poem shows my concern for the direction, it seems, that we seem to be moving in.
Where does it stop — the iniquitous plunder
The murder of thousands and more
And where do the rights of the unaware go
When ruination is at their door?
All for the hopes and the dreams of the despoilers
Of the land that the innocents flee
And one by one, the blameless surrender
To the usurpation of the greedy blaspheme
Oh, where does it stop — the iniquitous plunder
Its man’s own destruction, you see
For when he tears down the land, and kills all creation
He, too then, will have nowhere to flee
His pollution, his plunder, her perfidiously performs
His destiny, like those gone before
Will soon tumble ’round him – extinction abound him
And ruination will be at HIS door
WHERE DOES IT STOP?
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