by Petra Newman

Created on: April 08, 2011

“Remember us” said the birds, “when we are gone from blackened skies,

Who will serenade you when the music dies?”

“Remember us” said the fish, “when we drown in oily seas,

To join sunken fossils in their murky grave”.

“Remember us” said the flowers, wilted on parched dead land,

“Who will paint the fields when all colors fade?”

“Remember us” cried the animals dying in the ravished land

 A quiet departure from man’s destructive hand.

“Remember us” cried the children,  haunting eyes, hollow and lifeless

Laughter a memory with no hope for the morrow

“What is this?” said the cockroach  seeing the waste

“No sense hanging around, I don’t recognize the place.”

“Will you remember me?”  wept the earth.

“Will you remember me . . . . ?”

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