How Eden Weeps

How Eden weeps to see,
the ache of every tortured tree.
How Eden doth recoil,
at bitter cancer of the soil.

Man was placed as king of beasts,
his palace carved of nature's stone,
and every corner of his house,
he builds a city, builds a throne.

And every marble floor is made,
to subjugate the simple rock,
and every mountain gouged is paid
with poisoned water, poisoned stock.

And every road and robot-lord
is fed its fire, ever rushed,
and we must witness the accord
of gentle nature gently crushed.

How Eden weeps to see,
the ache of every tortured tree.
How Eden doth recoil,
at bitter cancer of the soil.

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