Modern Human Autoclaves

People of this azure home,
When last did you bend knee,
And hold in hand the feral loam,
Of your birth and destiny.

Have you built a shell so tight,
Least nothing can invade.
You hardly see sun’s warmth and light,
A human autoclave.

You cast vile poisons ‘bout your home,
To kill all that you can,
Never freely do you roam,
You’re fine with fallow land.

Will you never truly know
And cherish Mother Earth.
Remember that the seeds you sew
Will be your children’s worth.

As you sit safe in a cage,
Will ever thoughts ensue,
That there must be better ways,
Things that you can do.


by Rodney Alan Crater
Copyright ©2007 Rodney Alan Crater