What man has made of man

"If this belief from heaven be sent,

If such be Nature's holy plan,

Have I not reason to lament,

What man has made of man?" 

                              ---  William Wordsworth

From rivers to the oceans,

Vast grasslands to huge mountains,

Nothing remained untouched by the poisons,

Leaving behind their ugly stains. 

How much I adore the flower,

Wild berries that adorn the hedges,

I still meekly watch as they devour,

With the power they possess. 

The tall trees were cut down,

And they keep digging the ground,

Once a sanctuary, holding a golden crown,

An empty shell, where nothing is found. 

Let the sun be our witness,

As they carry out their plan,

And I would lament, asking for forgiveness, 

What man has made of man !