Midas Touch

Does humanity hear the Gods cry?
Listen then,
For They shed tears

Each time we dam those rivers
Fell a tree, slay an animal,
Plunder the soil

They weep
Each time we send up clouds of grey
In the name of civilisation

And yet
We move on,
Pretending the Gods are happy
Watching us play Their role
Ignoring Their plea to be heard
Just once

We wage war
Because we need to fuel material dreams
We kill with passion
So we may brew more heady concoctions of power

And in time, how rich we shall grow!

With each tamed river, we'll find more gold
With more species gone, we'll expand our empire

Until one day, we'll wake to find
We have been blessed with the Midas Touch
Gold will fill our coffers, our hearths and our beds
It will turn our fields to money and rivers to jewels

We will never stop
Until one day
Our children cry for food and water

But no God will listen
For we would have killed Them all


written sometime in 2009