THE LEGEND OF THE TIN CANS

They stood weeping
The huge sentinels stripped of their souls.
The metals from their very care stolen away
For the use of the man.
The tin and iron that had taken so long to perfect
Now taken and melted and shaped into lifeless vessels
For which man holds no respect.
The very heart of the mountains has been siphoned out
And deemed worthless
By the very people who exploited it;
Only to be tossed away after the human needs were served.