This poem was inspired by The Lorax, one of the most memorable books from my childhood. In many ways this story has shaped who I am and forced me to take a cold hard look at myself and the world in which I live. The Lorax made me question how we treat this precious world of ours and my own personal role in both it’s destruction and its salvation. This world is a gift; maybe it’s time that we begin to treat it as such before it’s too late.
“I Speak For”
Forsaken are the dying trees,
Poisoned skies and barren land,
The wilting plants and lonely bees,
Who cannot take a stand
To wage a war against the thieves
Taking life to meet demand;
Each rolling down their dirtied sleeves
To hide their bloody hand
In matters far beyond repent;
Lives unable to withstand
Their broken homes and the ill intent
That spread from rock to sand.
So now I speak for all the trees,
All the grounds that they had spanned,
The septic skies, dejected bees,
And all the deaths unplanned
That came as a result of greed;
I speak for the voiceless land,
And surely ever-growing need
To stop and take a stand.
Until next time…stay classy.
– C.M. Berry