Read Poem: HUMANS OF THE GARDEN by Jean-François Rondeau

inspired by George Orwell’s Beasts of England
from Animal Farm

Hear! Hear! Humans of the Garden,
Humans of tomorrow’s time,
Take heed of my dire warnings
Of the rotten future clime.

The days no longer need counting,
Before lateness’s face is shown,
And retired goes the Garden,
Its last breath soon to be blown.

We shall forget ‘bout the roses,
While the greens all turn to black,
Greyness and stillness that linger,
Mountain tips no more shall stack.

Riches that we once called nature;
Trees and rivers, leaves and hay,
Crops, harvests, and all that is ‘live,
Shall shudder without a sway.

Dark will gloom, fields of the Garden,
And ruined shall its waters be,
Sooner yet shall slow its breezes,
Nowhere for Humans to flee.

For skyscrapers have indeed scraped,
Broken sky, Garden with ache,
Fuels and World Wars, wastes and plastics,
All have toiled for wrecking’s sake.

Hear! Hear! Humans of the Garden,
Humans of tomorrow’s time,
Take heed well and spread my warnings,
Of the rotten future clime.

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