Cans chatter Bottles shatter Chorusing recycling truck's Whining hydraulics. RECYCLING Wonderkid of our wasteful, western world, Political balm on our conscience hurled, Juggernaught mending man's wild onslaught, At a cost that's draining from budgets distraught. Can it displace society's broom That sweeps our garbage into a tomb (At no cost - incentives lost) Leaving it leaking or belching its fume? That's a stinky heirloom for our kids to exhume! Long gone and forgotten; our rag, bone and bottle man Now found only at Smoky Mountain Where social programs don't compete 'Gainst mans struggle the odds to beat. These humble people go scavenging With their carts on rounds collecting And plastic bags their kids a' washing; Not a penny from the public purse They find the value in what we curse. Our programs 'most lost due to high cost Our values by debts are now bossed Before the collapse, or immoral relapse Undo mental jamb, try program amalgam.
Robert Innes, Toronto. 6/96
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