With industry comes
The unprecedented demand for resource
And so ensues unsustainable harvest.
Fueled by the cause of fulfilling manifest destiny
Justified by frontier ethic,
Industrialization reaps the bounty of the land,
Thoughtlessly, Heedlessly, Wantonly.
Without regard for the future,
Without questioning what comes next,
What remains after.
But "after" always arrives
And the unchecked, gluttonous consumption
Will face a stark reality of the finite.
Gone are the days when man can leave his mess,
Simply move on toward the sunset, the horizon,
For he soon discovers that the world is round.
Inevitably, his actions must be assessed,
His mess must be accounted for.
Everything must come from Somewhere.
Nothing ever goes Nowhere.
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