Climate Change; Air Pollution; Despoiling the Seas from its evolved inhabitants; A Broken World as a legacy to our children - Where and when will it end?
A View from the Cliffs
Will you go with me now
To the country?
To the side
That should be green.
To the place
Where beasts that we hear of
Are now
No longer seen.
Will you stare with me now
At the azure?
At the sky
That turns litmus red.
At the air
That was home to the skylark,
Whose song
May soon be dead.
Will you swim with me now
In the ocean?
In the spume
That spawned Life on Earth.
In the home
Of the whale and the herring,
Now oil's
Drowned Neptune's mirth.
Our mother is being strangled by our own ineptitude and we don't seem to know what to do about it. The more poets sound the alarm, the sooner we will start doing something. But I fear it may already be too late.
Ron