Dire Present Tense

A poem about pollution
By Father John R. Green

Copyright © by John R. Green
Shown with his blessing

Polluting the air, water and ground,

Demons from the ozone pierce and abound.

Defiling the good earth that the Lord God gave;

Humanity gasping for breath, and digs its grave!



Magnanimous sacrificing, deploring mammon gain;

Reviving pioneering spirit, the earth to reclaim.

If creation is banished through atmosphere and holes,

May the Lord God Almighty have mercy on our souls!