Where Civilization Ends: A poem

Shel Silverstein's Where the Sidewalk Ends with bulldozer pushing animals and plants off the edge
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Disclaimer: The following poem is a parody of Shel Silverstein’s “Where the Sidewalk Ends.”


There is a place where civilization ends

And the hills no longer roll, only streets that sting,

And there the cement suffocates sweet wild

And the sun seeks revenge with scorching revile

And there is no branch for the moon-birds exile,

Anxious and ceases to sing


There is no escape from poisonous breath

And the dark oceans swell from hunger

Past the empty lots where forests once stood

“We shall cut down the tallest of wood”

And watched their pockets grow full, more than saving ever could.

To the place they destroyed when they were younger


Soon it will be too late to make amends

Expanding where the people go and cities grow

And for once, perhaps the children know

This is the place where civilization ends

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