 Nature requires a balance to breathe
but we've polluted the air and oiled the sea.
The weather is weirder than it's even been
floods and droughts in the extreme:
The caretakers have reneged on the contract it seems.
The hole at the pole
is taking its toll in the atmosphere
they blame cow farts and spray cans
but it's a nuclear tear.
Bitter waters flowing underground
Chernobyl's core is still unsound
Industrial waste on barges doing the rounds,
Factories pump poison into rivers and streams.
Fish and eels belly up - you can hear the Kotuku scream.
Designer packaging blowing down the street.
Broken bottles on beaches gash the feet.
Six-pack-seagull-garrotes
strewn thoughtlessly in public parks;
The stench of exhaust fumes from dying cars
and on passive smokers in public bars.
Drill and scrape, mechanical rape
a barren specter on the landscape.
Economy and ecology off the beaten track
- we take so much out and put so little back.
 Business giants in the promised land.
Power before people, destroy to expand.
Strip mining, drag netting
until paradise is a wasteland
Consequence hangs heavy in a cloud of acid rain
like the thoughts of Abaddon over those who play his game.
From where you stand someone else is to blame
but the culprit is greed and it uses your name.
THIS POEM TO BE CUT OUT AND THROWN AWAY
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