Macroscopia allows a view,
Verdant brilliance, a star's birth.
Yet, our microscopicness ignores,
Atom shouldn't be split and Adam
Shouldn't be cloned, myopia.
400 years of supposed 'science'
Has stolen the earth's richness,
Michaelangelos from the sky,
Is killing life as fast as
Before the last ice age ensued.
Biophilia or necrophilia, choose!
Vie's evolving song is as silent as
A stone's ballad for being's loss.
Yet, manifest destiny rag drags on,
Turtle Island's shell won't cover,
Approaching abyss on the horizon.
Vitae's wail echoes crimson,
As acid rain from your closed eye
Falls, and earth's tears bleed,
For, all you see is grey.
(Whomever is hacking my poems, comments, quit it)
Challenge :) Word Painting, with Ruby
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