Silver Lining – An Original Poem

If I were a miner
I wouldn't mine gold,
oh no, not me.
I would be somewhere in the clouds
Prospecting their valuable linings.

I would steer clear of the land
That lies battered and abused,
While you defile her once again
And never once looking up
To the lustful sky.

I would be the trend setter
Developing new methods
Of extracting that fluffy silver,
That rest comfortably
High above your heads.

You would stare up at me
Wondering what kind of monster
Would dare to destroy
The beautiful shapes in the sky,
But that monster is I.

I wouldn't be concerned
With trivial things,
Like what you,
The overburden
Has to say about me.

I would peel
And scrape
Your precious
Linings away,
Without a care in the world.

When I drop a tool
It would make the news
And the overburden would ask “Why?”
Not even the EPA could reach
High enough to stop me.

But for those who look up for comfort,
Will be horrified to find me
Brutally ravaging your solace
Like a vengeful locomotive
Screaming through tribal land.

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