Do you not sense, in the night stillness,
Silent screams of unborn generations ...
Those who must follow polluted pathways
Through the toxic world we've bestowed?
Was it ours to decimate, rape of its resources,
That we may enjoy superfluous diversions
In the short lifetimes that we walk this road?
What if, as many believe ...
As wise elders and adepts have told us;
We are the ones who'll be coming back to
consume the poison fruit of the seeds we've sown?
Do you not hear, in the night stillness,
Silent screams
That may be our own?
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Author:
Louis Gibbs (
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- Comment from author about the poem: One must wonder, as in this poem, what the future of our species might hold as we methodically deplete this planet of its means to support life.
- Category: Reflection
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Very true Louis, we are destroying our planet and nobody who has the power to do anything about it listens.
I don't think anyone in power would be able to bring about the fundamental change in the reality we've created that might alter what appears to be an inevitability. Hopefully, when the planet can no longer sustain us we will have the means to live on another one, or in space. Thanks for your comment, Goldie.
It's scary - in a way I'm grateful I belong to my current generation.
Yes, we a lucky in that respect. Thanks for reading and commenting!
I too, believe in reincarnation and wonder and get sad thinking how stupid we are not to use our time now to make the planet better and not worse. The subject is too long to speak of here but I believe the only way to change the planet is changing the humanity. The change needs to begin inside each one of us. One first organize inside the house and after the land that surrounds it. How can we change the world if we can not change ourselves? Very sad beautiful poem.
Sorry to have saddened you, malubotelho. As I referred to in my reply to Cat above, It will take a shirt away from these consume-and-pollute bodies for any significant change to happen, I believe. Thanks for your response.
You hit the nail on the head with this beautifully written poem.
I never thought of poetry as a hammer, but you are so right that it can drive home a point. Thanks for your always welcome input, Fred.
A spill to give us all pause. Good work, Louis.
Thank you for pausing to make this lovely comment, Heather!
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