I’ve become obsessed with what went wrong
with our big brains, our pride and joy
how we lost more than we gained
when we learned how to dig up coal
and forgot all we had once revered
the plants, the bugs, the birds, the fish
the sun, the moon, the stars, the wish
everything going on its timeless course
was now just fodder for our mills
and ancient wisdom plowed under, too
I’ve become obsessed with what went wrong
the plants, the bugs, the good black earth
paved where forests had been felled
and waterways forced underground
let’s fix our eyes on our design flaws
and rediscover Mother Nature’s laws
I love this. The use of repetition works so well as the poem builds.
I share the sentiment of this poem and love the rhythm you have created in it.