Zug Island Revisited

  

No beauty I see in these industry scenes,

Of smoke-blackened buildings and monstrous machines;

Hills of scrap metal and rusty ravines.

No ends, only means on Zug Island.

A sample of air shows traces of lead,
Forecasting the clouds of danger ahead;
Left to continue unchecked it will spread.
My thoughts are of dread for Zug Island.

Then there are strange haunting noises therefrom,
Described as an eerie rumbling and hum;
A monotone drone, in scorn named by some -
The Devil's Steel Drum on Zug Island.

Guess the results and consider the cost;

The resources, trees, and land we exhaust,

The water and air, polluted and lost.

What bridge have we crossed to Zug Island?