Every step I take..I rue
My print destroys this world
It fills.. with spills of poisons..brewed
The trail fades..behind
All\'s curdled
Filling in..since our begin
Full of all our silt
Band-aids.. placed on open sores
Cures not the cause..the festering
Such anguish felt..such guilt
Me..in gathered years of mine
Tho just a speck of being
I see the change..in all aspects
I fear for children..mine
They...now.. they are seeing
And receiving..
All the gifts that greed has wrought
Sad