Their Future

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As I watch the ocean crash against the sand,
I wonder what has happened to this once beautiful land.
It used to be covered in grass of green,
And tree’s that grew ever so tall and lean.
Flowers grew everywhere ever so bright,
As they were kissed by the dew,
And warmed by the suns light.
The animals ran and played while the birds up above cheerfully sang
And every day at noon the church bells all rang.
There used to be whales that would jump happily out of the water
But that was long ago before the great slaughter.
As time went on and Man had only one need,
As he slipped away from hope
And grabbed onto greed.
Oil became the new money in which you could spend.
And whomever had it said they had none to lend.
From the Middle East to the Pacific Rim,
There were no smiles to see just an evil grin.
As wars escalated and talks broke down,
Oil wells burned turning blue skies to brown.
Buildings would crumble and crops would not grow,
As the ash and debris fell to earth ever so slow.
This is not the way we want it to end,
This is not the message to our youth we want to send.
The future’s not here its not yet set in stone,
But we must join together no one can do it alone.
I want our children’s children to have a future that’s bright,
With oceans of blue, green grass and glowing sunlight.
The future for them need not look so grim,
I think this war over resource and Energy we still can win.
We need to find alternatives now to bring victory at hand,
So we can hand down to those children this beautiful land.

This post was submitted by Jerry Duchene.

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