They lived in a small rural community
each were related
growing their own food blissfully free
proud of their labour
pure delight in what they had achieved
in one another believed!
Established when the land was colonised
many had perished here
during a long battle to secure the district
lush and green so fertile
until one day unnoticed high in the sky
an unmarked plane did fly!
Trails that at first seemed like vapour
but never faded away
as chemicals were being sprayed out
that fell onto those below
absorbed by the rich cultivated soil
where the families did toil!
Also breathed into the lungs of the folk
penetrating their cells
undetectable they were contaminated
every living creature
succumbed to the chemicals deployed
the community soon destroyed!
Unable to explain why crops withered
they became seriously ill
over a few months the area deserted
those pioneers now history
why never knew thought an act of god
did not think it was odd!
That from the open skies chemicals fell
turning paradise into hell!
The Foureyed Poet.