An Omen

Why did you pollute my oceans Why did you pollute my seas, You didn't care for my creations or my notions And then you cut down my trees. Why did you pollute my air And why did you litter my earth, Did you not even care That I created a beautiful place for your birth. Now when I send you the rain And then when I send you the wind, I feel a sadness and a pain From the suffering of a long dear friend. You have drilled into her abdomen Just to steal her jewelry and her blood, Soon you'll see my omen And it will be worse than any flood. Randy L. McClave