Poem -

The grey death

The grey death

Urban forest, tall and bleak
Concrete trunk to skylines peak
Manmade boughs of manmade weald
Synthetic grass in manmade field
Skeletons of Timberland
Destruction is progressions brand
Rubbish lines the forest floor
Synthetic, manufactured spores
Leaves no chance for pollination
Artificial insemination
Ugly imitation coppice
Bullshit answer, nature's losses
One day son all this will be yours
Toxic wasteland, painted whores
Industrial maelstrom, tightened grip
Grey unsightly fucking trip
When all the green is dead and gone
Nothing left to carry on
Green and pleasant land so noble
Now a fucking planetary Chernobyl

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Brendan King

Thank you very much Michael, I really appreciate the feedback!

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Barry Childs

I love this meaningful poem, Brendan. Well penned. Barry

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Brendan King

Thank you so much Barry, I really appreciate that!

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Syd

I really enjoyed this piece. The rhyming and flow, and a subject that I feel strongly about. We are living in a period of ignorance if you ask me.

- Syd 

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Brendan King

Thanks Syd, appreciated. And I agree entirely, age of ignorance is right

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FRANTIC FREE-VERSER

very inciteful and thought provoking
very well worded almost a rant or a rap.

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Brendan King

Thank you so much! Definitely more towards the rant side of things, I seem to be getting much angrier as I get older!

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Brendan King

Thank you very much Marion, appreciated :-)

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