“An endless explosion of toxic muck,
A sickening creep of poisonous sludge,
That will soon blanket a national park,
More than a dozen wildlife refuges,
And hundreds of miles of coastline.”
Michael Brune,
Of The Sierra Club
Sleep comes hard these extremely sad days
As it did for me, when Katrina had arrived
Then, I had nightmares about cats and dogs
So many of them dead; so many barely alive
I had spent weeks, on our horrendously ravaged Gulf Coast
Like many, doing what I could, to help their ‘left behind’ pets
And still today, every time I look at my three Katrina survivors
I am reminded of their ordeal; two of them have bad dreams yet
I, myself, am often still plagued, with a vivid nightmare of that time
In which I am standing in someone’s former hurricane-ravaged home
Tears streaming down my face, amidst a scene of horrible destruction
Wishing I could have saved their loyal pet, who had died in it, all alone
I made many friends down on America’s battered and bruised Gulf
I journeyed back down there for the Three-Year Katrina Anniversary
Although there was still much work to be done, residents were valiantly
Attempting to return, both themselves and their homes, to some normalcy
And now, they have so horrendously awakened, to a brand new nightmare
Their beloved homeland, now being invaded by ‘an explosion of toxic muck’
‘A sickening creep of poisonous sludge’ about to rob them of normalcy, again
Their way of life, and their wondrous wildlife devastated, for oil industry bucks
I keep picturing family-owned businesses, now ruined, for generations to come
I keep picturing dead fish, oil-mired birds, and a sickening oil-stench, in their air
I keep picturing blackened beaches, and once thriving wetlands, devoid of all life
And I sadly wonder why some nightmares never end, and why life is often so unfair
It so very sadly seems to me, these extremely sad days,
Between Mother Nature’s wrath and our own arrogance,
So much of what so many of us have loved, all of our lives,
Is now, so rapidly, being swept away, and coming to an end.
©2010, Mr. Ed
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And sad as I am for people's livelihoods on the line, who is the FRONTLINE in this epic disaster of my beloved ATLANTIC OCEAN? Not man but animals once again, particularly the vast web of invisible animal life we do not see below the oceans surface, which is the very bottom brick in our own food pyramid.
PEOPLE! try to remember this when it finally hits your dinner plate years from now. Plundering fossil fuels in recklessness is PLUNDERING SELFISH and mining a harvest of sin and disaster for years to come!
Hugs,
Sheri
AM
Cheers,
Dan
I urge those who care about our environment, about our children's and grandchildren's future, to go here and send an urgent message:
https://secure.defenders.org/site/Advocacy?cmd=display&page=UserAction&id=1779
For those who don't really give a damn, go to sarah palin's page and join in her chorus of "drill baby, drill!"
Georg
God bless,
Lew
Through the channeled words of my Karena: "It is a nation of savages that has invaded my land, once pure and clean and harmonic, will become out of balance and dreadful". She speaks the truth and clarity that the white man has not ever listened to. We have destroyed not only the human race, but the planet...What in the world were we thinking?
The Native American race lived here in harmony with the Earth from the beginning of time, until the USA was discovered and all hell broke loose...Mother Nature is really angry with us..to quote you:
"It so very sadly seems to me, these extremely sad days
Between Mother Nature’s wrath and our own arrogance,
So much of what so many of us have loved, all of our lives
Is now, so rapidly, being swept away, and coming to an end."
Coming to an end or a new beginning? That is the question. We have a choice but collectively we must come to a solution...
Love your awareness and heart Ed,
Much peace, love and light,
Amber "V"
Your work continues to ever-inspire such an awakening, Ed, as Mother Nature is well aware.
Best Wishes,
Carolyn
Anna