Poem:

Listlessly the time drags on;

       the heat of the sun’s inclement force

             scorches the earth and sears the lawn,

                      with no compassion or remorse,

Inviting smog; the firmament appears divorced

           from every cloud, sparrows twittering forlorn!

                  Nature as if has sorely vowed

                         to let its anger loose upon

Spoilers of its erstwhile plan;

               the belly of the tortured earth being full

                     of the poisonous acts of man;

                          and not until the sun goes down

Eases the burden of the dirge

                 of the sad, old Earth; but soon

                       another day arrives, another scourge,

                              another cry of Nature woebegone!

Life on Earth advances on and on,

                and with it all the foibles of man that are

                          his legacy to those as yet unborn

                                whose privileges tomorrow may be gone.