the dead crow

He saw a dead crow,
in a drain,
near the post office.

He saw an old  man,
gasping for air,
and a baby barely,
able to breathe,
in a crowded morning clinic.

This land is so rich,
Why should we suffer like this?

Iwant clean air,
for my grandchildre,
I want the damned fools,
to leave the forest alone.

I want the trees to grow,
Iwant the trees to run free,
and the earth covered with grass.

Let the politicians plan,
how we may live with dignity,
now and always.