We increasingly use oil and other fossil fuels to grow our food and our
economy. Fuel consumption and population growth will
eventually diminish our food supply dramatically.
Gobble
Gobble, gobble, gobble… Is what we do.
Our economy is based on it; unfortunately, true .
Thanksgiving turkey to Christmas ham,
a cornucopia of plenty we are, we am.
Our food comes from factories, far, far away,
we think nothing of it, for cheaply we pay.
Powered by dirty oil we greedily gobble,
seeking sweet sources, we easily squabble.
We overextend, to make it all run,
pile up that debt; we must have our fun.
A cycle of gobbling that's out of control,
we can't stop our gobbling to save our soul.
We become obese and lethargic in our ways,
reach old age too quickly and mourn for those days.
When we gobbled away our youth without care,
and now are facing the consequences to bear.
When will we learn not to gobble our future?
When will we learn to cut back without suture?
Tom turkey gobbles while his harem grows,
our dinosaur brain, like his, is all it knows.
How to pack away more, more, more for a time of need,
the handwriting is on the wall; when will we heed?
Copyright 2016 © Ronald W. Hull
11/24/16
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A lovely poem, and ended, with a fair question.
"when will we heed?"
Regis
Always,
Deborah
Rebecca
one and all.
we'll gobble away the day,
until it's our downfall.
This was great write especially at this time of the year, when it seems like everyone just goes bananas, and commercialism rules.
As far as using oil to produce our food, one of my pet peeves is bottled water. I never dreamed people would pay for such a thing.
For this reader, the darkness is there in both text and subtext. This is a poem few could write, for it addresses a most egregious subject with a sense of hope... even if time is running out rapidly. (And what that addresses needs no highlighting. One of your best.
Love ya!
Jane
Oh, I agree to your thoughts concerning greed and the "American" way.