I wasn’t really and have never ever actually been a save-the world convert or activist, or being totally honest up until recent years, particularly over concerned about our world’s future. However I am now growing more and more worried about it, because since the millennium I don’t think even the most doubtful or disinterested person can remain naively offhand about our world’s demise or adverse changes, as the evidence now continues to stack up.
As we approached the end of the last decade just finished and into 2020 there are ominous and threatening signs taking place even now. The devastating fires in Australia, continued flooding, global warming and now heightened tensions between the USA and Iran are among them as I write this.
Not unusually for me, but especially in this piece I’m going to post some of my relevant poems and let readers consider their thoughts, From my 7th and latest book “Poet Reflects Your World” comes….
What a Piece of …..
The wonderfully expansive Shakespeare
Wrote magnificent words on everything,
From loves joy, sadness to tragedy
Using words that made hearts sing.
One such speech and quote from Hamlet
Is “what a piece of work is man”,
Going on to exult, but question
As to why man kills all he can.
With the murder of animals for gain
And shredding world treasure to the bone.
But worse than this is man’s wars
With people keen to cast the first stone.
Bombings, shooting and killings abound
In almost accepted daily news,
When man’s bigotry, racism and hatred
Surfaces across our planet, and spews
Mass slaughter, pain and carnage,
Even now on Easter’s religious day
Sri Lanka is decimated by bombs,
As evil scum murder their way.
Oh what a piece of work is man?
Although I could answer profane,
But outrage and contemptuous disgust
Now seems is uttered in vain.
For our world drops in downward spiral
Lemming like, in a desire to die.
While in some places across the globe
A few people cry in anguish, “why”?
So maybe I can pose an answer
In that mutual respect has now gone.
A respect for man, animals and our world,
When for so many centuries joy shone.
But perhaps it’s not yet all lost
As some are intent to put things right,
So I will stand alongside them until
We stop man being a piece of shite!
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So it’s not just thoughtless or careless assaults on our world, but a callus, contrived slaughter of animals for their tusk ivory, horns etc. or else the sick so called “trophy hunters” who pay to kill animals for fun! My poem “Nature of Man”.
Nature of Man
As well as my sardonic observations
And cryptic views of life’s things,
I also see nature’s wonders
Like beautiful creatures with wings,
Or amazing life all shapes and sizes
Living plants in varied hues,
Filling us with awe and amazement
And our eyes with special views.
Mr Attenborough awakened minds
Before all closed to planet Earth,
So now we can be astounded
At stunning wildlife giving birth,
With expanding growing numbers
Living with and around us.
Some we see and take for granted
Others just live without fuss.
But though I dearly love to see nature
My main interest is the common man,
Who with knowledge, or perhaps none
Is killing our world each way he can!
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Depressing reading, and writing, then on the demise of the future of our world and many of the gifts and creatures in it. No longer can we claim ignorance or being unaware as the very proof now screams at us supported by many documentaries. I will own up and say that in the distant past it seemed almost a bit like scaremongering, but don’t say that to an Australian who has just lost his house to the fires now.
Of course like many things in life it is only when it specifically touches us that it is recognised, but don’t blink some concerning things are coming rapidly to do that. As a prompting poet I will leave you to fill in the blanks, but any thoughts will be a start?
Living Well
If you’re thirsty you may go to the well
To quench your thirst with a drink.
And you may do it automatically
Without ever stopping to think,
About how the water got there
Or the need to put something back,
Because the water may soon run dry
If the well is allowed to crack.
For in our world little comes for free
Although plenty will live for this,
By taking out everything they can
And giving help requests a miss.
For they are too busy taking all
It’s possible to get lazy hands upon,
Ensuring when it’s pay back time
They’ll be well and truly gone.
So for us in a concerned majority
Is the need take care of our well
And other gifts passed on to us,
As they are not ours to waste or sell.
When the sacrifice of many others
Gave them up without a cost,
Only a big responsibility of trust
To see they are never lost.
Thus this commitment is now ours
To appreciate and protect this wealth,
Of the things we may take for granted
All the time they’re in good health.
But just a little thought and effort
Will see our gifts all safely supplied,
And to know our drinking well is flowing
Will meet our wish after we’ve died.
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More suggestions there then, but don’t take my words for it, please check it all out yourself, and at least part of my overall intention will be met?
With anyone still reading (shutting our eyes and ears is still common when encountering unwelcome news or information) hopefully thinking about what to do about an unattractive looking world future, which may still not be too late, I will conclude with a last poem from my 7th and most recent book…
Surfers Against Sewage
An excellent charity called S A S
Is dedicated to cleaning up our mess
Collecting in seas and on the beaches,
With warnings, and education that teaches
That we can no longer just not care,
And dump waste and rubbish everywhere,
To pollute our glorious world treasures
Which have worth beyond measures.
So this group of dedicated guys
Will spread the word and always tries,
To get people to learn and understand
Not to bury their heads in the sand,
And realise just what is going wrong
In real life, and not merely a song,
About how seas and creatures die
So we can no longer stand idly by.
Because the dangers are getting worse
Than when first recognised as a curse,
By a small committed group in a hall
Who viewed with dismay and appal,
The worlds messy and polluted sea
Where they hoped to surf happily.
But disgusted by filth they got right out
To make a protest group come about.
Thus now the message is sent out clear
About our world we should hold dear,
For generations to love and appreciate
And not leave tarnished in a dirty state,
Of plastic, rubbish and sewage raw
We don’t want to tolerate any more.
So we will battle with all our might,
Please come and join us in the fight.
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Overall a sobering article then but one that I have had in mind for a while, and was finally prompted by the recent and continuing world disasters occurring now. Yes depressing, “but best to be aware then rather to have never been aware at all”, OR something like that….
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