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An Orc In The Shire

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Man belongs to a heightened
Society,
   A vast array of knowledge,
Bountiful resources,
     Beautiful landscapes.

But beyond the glittering,
Gleaming flora,
   And the wild life of the land,
Lies a deathly man,
     He is Industry.

Industry sits there,
Day in,
   Day out,
Heaving his great lungs,
     The lungs of a smoker.

He sits in the distance,
Hidden,
   And alone,
Puffing his pipe,
     Inhaling, exhaling.

In amongst the fauna,
The flora,
   The beauty,
Of the landscape,
     Industry creates,

And he destroys.

Constantly, for years,
He sits,
   He breathes,
While his servants feed his pipe,
     And flick his switches.

He is the most toxic of all,
Noisily,
   Disturbing the peace,
Of the earth,
     And smoking radiation.

They call him Global Warming,
Climate Change,
   And the Devil's lung,
They call him a monstrosity;
     The metal beast of man.

He is an Orc in the Shire.
The Literary Commission for =quarterbacker :iconquarterbacker:

He requested that I write something that corresonds with his piece; An Orc in the Shire


And this is what I came up with. I originally requested a week to work on it, but I got bored and I'm hasty with writing. I hope that you all like it, and thanks for your donation =quarterbacker
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AlecWolfe's avatar
This is just awesome. The personification is great and works really well to get the message across. This is a heaps powerful poem. Really great work hun.