Zug Island Revisited

  

No beauty I see in these nightmarish 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 storm clouds of danger ahead;
Left to continue unchecked it may spread.
My heart beats with 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.

Weigh the effects 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?