if we learned of its profit.
We’d capsize a mountainfor a handful of gold.
This could be a reality in man’s planas we slice the throat of our mother.
Everything that is natural, beautiful,
and good for the eyes of our children may be lost.
We’d build roads over the oceansif one day desired it so.
We’d construct elevators to the moonto colonize its craters.
We’re forcing wilderness into small remnants,disrupting the fragile balance as we go.
And still we plow, strip, burn, cut, molest and demean;
still we take, choke, consume and waste.
What will our children think of all this?What level of greed will they inherit?
We’d kick around a lawif we needed more fuel.
We’d attack a delicate Refugeto pride an Administration:
One day a white man will knock down the last sequoia tree.One day a white man will slice through the last remnant of tundra.
One day a white man will murder his own mother—
One day we will rue that day.
From the book Kairos (print version only)