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 rich
Why should we suffer like this?

I want clean air
For my grandchildren
I want the damned fools
To leave the forest alone
I want the trees to grow
The rivers run free
And the earth covered with grass
Let the politicians plan how we may
live with dignity
Now and always.