It is the nature of man
To put himself first
To make sure he lives
While not caring who hurts
To destroy all he sees
Assuming it's his
To fulfill empty needs
To survive at all costs
And in so doing
He blinds himself so
His heart falls deaf
To the words in his soul
And the consequence
Borne of these greedy acts
Is the fear from all others
Who run while they can
And nothing encapsulates
This more than what I have seen
When the farmer ploughed over
The life from the land
For murder took place
Only today
Of the skylarks nesting
Just down the way
And where I go walking
I shall hear no more
The twitter of skylarks
Alive in the morn
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This is a wonderful read about the corruption of man. Greed ultimately destroyed a home, and it's saddening. A much enjoyed walk through your words.
Thanks Nick. It's all true. I've been watching the skylarks for weeks but the farmer has plugged up the land and that includes the nests and chicks. Very sad
Some people simply are selfish ., and do not think ! Nature is so beautiful ., birds are lovely .
That’s really sad ((( feel sorry for those birds , they deserve a life and to live .
It’s strange the actions some people take without thinking or caring about what they are doing .. and the impact they are going to have
A good poem )) well expressed
Thanks VB.
Yes, some just blunder in and blunder on, trampling all over others.
Not everyone, but in some places of nature, all is OK - then man turns up and mucks it up! Good write SC.
Thanks orchi. People gotta eat I guess. Still not right though.
Greed in facade of need…well penned dear Saxon…the murder in name of necessity, wish could be considered, other ways of harmonious living…world peace and sustainability so much needed….
A serious lack of education has led to ignorance of the natural and our place in it.
The sad reality of farming though unfair for us to consider farmers to be an uncaring lot. The'ye the one's who are in very close contact with the natural life of our lands more than anyone and from my little experience of contact with them i have found them to nurture and care.
Yet death beneath our tyres on the roadway goes largely unseen and un commented upon unless it is a fox ,badger or another beautiful beast. The lowly insect crushed under tyre or splattered on a windscreen gets little consideration. All are god's creations. Mohandas Ghandi would not use transport and walked everywhere on foot so that he took no life upon his path.
A thought provoking post today saxon revealing just how callous and dismissive of life we all have become as we go about our day yet we are horrified when presented with film of a big cat taking down an antelope for sustenance.
A guilt hangs over in the air but is gone within the next few breaths.
Disturbing to think about.
I agree with the farming comment. Theyre more in tune with the land than most folk are. I still feel.sad for the skylarks though. Brave little birds as well.
Re Ghandi. That's a whole different subject. He was nothing more than a very clever politician and not all sweetness and light if you look into it.
It’s like blindly jumping to conclusions, doing stuff for your own greed , not caring about others but just yourself . I liked the flow of the poem . Good one Saxon 🌟👌
Thanks Chris. I can see both sides really. Maybe a poem for tomorrow perhaps lol
Sadly it's a me me society these days - your poem admirably draws attention to the fate of these poor birds.
Tis very true
Oh how very sad Sax - skylarks have long gone from walks I take on the Cornish coast towans here whereas I used to thrill at the first song in the year they sang - -shame on the greed shown by those who ignore the diverse gift of nature.
It is sad but all a matter of perspective I guess
Thanks sad. See the next installment tomorrow !
Sad but true, all over the world.
Thanks Rozina
Such sad words SC, nature being destroyed is deplorable.
Andy
That it is GF
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