Wounded by the wealthy.

Wounded by the wealthy

Are we watched by those above
I wonder how they judge us
Do they see destruction
Within the way we live.

Do they see the forests
Felled for fossil fuels
Fired up by global warming
On nature’s sparkling jewels.

Stripping out that beauty
To generate their wealth
Without due consideration
Gold cannot buy their health.

Another planet plundered
By pompous pillage pirates
Exploding in a golden glow
Extinct now by their virus.

Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )

Let the hedgerows prosper

Let the hedgerows prosper

Wild grasses weave, softly sway
Nature’s children come out to play
Brighten up the dullest Day
In that essential-mindful way.

A beauty that we must display
Dash that driveway to decay
Create a space-a habitat
Wipe our feet on a welcome mat.

Open our eyes it’s plain to see
That cutting down a living tree
Burning forests-killing bees
Will not set us free.

Confine us to a concrete hell
Underneath a corporate spell
Where grey suits mine a money well
Swiss accounts, pockets swell.

Let our countryside survive
Let our hedgerows thrive
Keep that sparkle in our eyes
Turn that corner-it will surprise.

Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )

That friendly touch

That friendly touch.

A mask is formed in many ways
As in orchestrated plays
When we walk out in the street
We don a look for whom we meet.

For a friend a welcome smile
From a stranger we will recoil
For fear we may have to speak
Cover we will always seek.

Stepping from the shadows find
Welcome light peace of mind
A motion which is hard to face
Try to feel its warm embrace.

Jpoet7 ( #doolan317 ) ( @wordverse.me )