Black Roads

The familiar tracks frequented by toiling farmers

Are lost to the spreading lines of blackness 

That stretches its colonising claws from cities,

Crawling maliciously towards the emerald hillocks.

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It brings noise, smoke, greed, and filth.

Hungry faces poke out from four-by-fours

Looking for game, sniffing for adventure,

Scanning for impressions on the forest floor.

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Gone are the old taboos with the new religion,

The guardian deities and spirits grow silent.

Man no longer asks and takes what he needs;

Rather he kills, uproots, and takes what he sees.

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Nature has become the hunted and man, the hunter.

But when Nature dies, so shall men too.