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Why?
We live, regurgitate, procreate, party and die,
leave it to philosophers and poets as to why?
Is there intelligent life in the body politic?
It's hard to find among the lofty heretic.
Who is faster, the tortoise or the hare?
Calm tortoise lives long; hare caught in a snare.
Obsessive, compulsive is a way of life.
While we worry our warts into strife.
Cancer we are growing on our great planet,
consuming mass quantities we didn't plan it.
Preferring dirty brown to a green environment,
we dig up the last emerald kingdom for enjoyment.
Our population grows in overdrive,
we are pro-life so that we can thrive.
Consequences of our lack of self-restraint,
we leave up to gods to set itself straight.
But the gods are not coming to save the day,
our nest is disappearing while we pray away.
Why aren't our eyes open to the real plight?
Questions that go unanswered, day and night.
Copyright 2021 © Ronald W. Hull
You can read or print this poem at my website here.
4/22/21
Perhaps a significant change in how
we think is the answer...The pharmaceutical
Industry is driven by money....if a cure for
cancer arrived...would we be told?...too much at stake..?
Is our way of life creating this bad health...
Are we willing to give up our meat and dairy to
save the environment... and our Hearts?
Victims or just unwilling to change our thoughts
and way of life?...anyone up for the challenge?
Diana..
Stephen
Keep reminding us Ron...
Ingeborg
Fee