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Our world is an intricate creation; the slightest loss
In this delicate balance will inevitably lead to chaos.
How paradoxical that looking after it, a task of importance
Is in the hands of man, a creature prone to greed and negligence.
Despite being dependent on Nature and her bounty
He little hesitates in rendering her resources scanty.
Whether one subscribes to Genesis of the Theory of Evolution
One admits to the scale on which Mother Earth has come to fruition.
Yet in ravaging her and reversing the earlier process
He has very soon carried his vices to an excess
The hills, valleys, forests, oceans and their wealth
Are steadily being depleted; openly, not in stealth.
It’s time to stand up and arrest these trends
If, for our past extravagances, we wish to make amends.
Heed this warning, rise to the challenge, or fate
Now is the time to act. Later may be too late.
This poem was written when I was in college.