My Often Plundered- Earth Poetry and Other Things

Distant lands are thrown asunder
What’s the world without its wonders
Wars on things
And other blunders
Drawn and quartered
Do your orders
Carried guns
Some under cover
Will the world
Fall down and under
Dried and vacant
Are they naked
Fill the world with gold and wonders
Saving green means spending lean
Just a little discipline
Save the Earth
And all its worth
There are lands we long to plunder
Are they moons
Or Other Mothers
Spreading wide
And stuck inside
These things we need
Are often thundered
Just an ad
Bombastic fad
Carry on my often funder
What’s the world without its wonder

Tim Edwin B.