On Pollution

I build a dream
and in that dream all Nature
combines to force a scheme
whereby mankind no longer knows travail.

The wind in gentle ways
removes impurities from the days -
the sun and moon provide the light
and verdant growth delights the sight.

What farce is this?
Is not all Nature now
geared to provision and control
for the benefit of Me
and all Mankind?

'Tis Man, who in his greed
has caused the little child to bleed -
and pain and anguish everywhere
that Man has gone.

Nature cannot be improved
except in Man whose vessels must be moved
to eliminate human suffering and pain
rather than the search for gain.