In time the Golden City gate no longer opened free <br />The dirt and grime coangulate, too hard then turn the key. <br />For no-one now to oil the lock, to scrape corroding rust <br />All gone now, gone for ever more, all gone beneath the dust. <br /> <br />For man in search of wanton wealth, by raping nature's wares <br />Destroyed that precious giving soil on which survival fared. <br />Till no-one left there now to care, or even take the blame <br />And long dead plants that grew there once, lie fossilised in shame <br /> <br />Where once wild creatures freely roamed, where songbirds' voices soared <br />Where once so greened with trees and plants, now only waste is stored. <br />Where once so sweet this blessed land, so full of living joy..... <br />Now still and black and dead it lies, this place that greed destroyed. <br /> <br />No platforms left to set the drill, to gouge that savaged land <br />No space, no room to sink the wells, no sheen of golden sand. <br />No cars to build, no roads to drive, no factories belching dross, <br />No people left to even care, or ever mourn its loss. <br /> <br />Then, man, infinite in his thirst, fled from his cruel deed <br />To seek again a virgin soil in which to plant his seed. <br />Found far across that barren void, cross universal girth <br />A green and blue and pleasant place, again he called it Earth.<br /><br />James James<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/golden-city-gate/
