Showing posts with label Climate. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Climate. Show all posts
Sunday, 10 November 2019
They're comng of age
The millenials are marching
They're coming of age
The boys are champions
Have looks like a sage
The girls are luscious
They are marching too
Rights are their wishes
Which will come they're hoping
The millenials are singing
(A bit out of tune)
It's no milk sop army
But movement brewing
This bright afternoon
Crowds are thickening
They're playing their cards
And they aim is winning
They've reached the park with bells ringing
Crowd sits down waiting
For first one to speak
Talks of corruption
Nature, climate change
Melting ice, forests
Water theft and more
Then there's over fishing
No subject for them is off the cards
Greed rules the planet
For them truth is clear
Wars are for profit
So millionnaires grin
Meanwhile all the crowd
Want an honest life
And to end the charades
Image found at https://pixabay.com/photos/school-strike-4-climate-4059178/
Labels:
Climate,
Conservation,
Nature,
Poetry,
Poets United,
The Sunday Whirl
Wednesday, 23 January 2019
The look on their faces
I've seen the look on their faces
I have seen it in many places
The sea birds shake their heads at me
When I take a walk down by the sea
Recently there's been strange looks too
Then my cat Bess whispered a clue
Stop being so foolish human
or you'll sit with the ferryman
You are causing the Earth's demise
Most of what you do is unwise
You trash the oceans and the fish
Burn the forests and demolish
Vast swathes of land that give you life
Dear animals fear gun and knife
Just so some mad millionaire
Can show stuffed animals with flair
Soon the Earth will be a desert
Is what you want just barren dirt?
With children crying without food
And only you in a joyful mood
For the best way to tend this Earth
Is love and care for all we're worth
I want to hear the lions roar
And birds in trees; nest, sing and soar
Image found at https://www.metmuseum.org/toah/works-of-art/1970.283.1/
Note: The ferryman rowed the dead to Hades in Greek mythology
Wednesday, 19 September 2018
Felled forest
What do we need to see the truth
Of creatures habits here on Earth
Who can tend the land and sea's song?
Who by their actions do much wrong?
One thing to eat fruit from a tree
But felled forest a shame to see
Or kill life in fossil oil quest
When sun shines each day east to west
The oceans provide so much food
But our trash and waste does no good
What dirty creatures mans kind are
Careless here at home and afar
Hibernating birds fail to come
Industry trashed their Asian home
Waste dumped in seas kill a reef
Man's a foul beast beyond belief
Politicians no problem see
All the while banks cheer with glee
Puppeteers pull strings of blind men
Thinking they'll take gold to heaven
For the climate will make a change
As storms and tides will disarrange
But man will want a profit still
Must keep money filling the till
Image found at https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deforestation_of_the_Amazon_rainforest
Wednesday, 22 August 2018
Before our eyes
I can smell the smoke of the forest fires
And see trash floating in the Coral sea
I lose count of the bins full of plastic waste
You're right this world was a beautiful place
Oh where are the days of the paper bag?
When fruit and veg' we always washed at home
Not wrapped as now in so much plastic film
While tycoons sneer at the world; such disgace
The seas are killing fish, whales and much more
The climate's changing and we wonder why
We see wild fires burn as never before
You're right this world is a peculiar place
The Arctic ice caps melt, this is so bad
Starving polar bears mourn their now dead cubs
Few birds migrate south to visit us
Their homes in Asia built on disgrace
Who cares that our dear world changes so fast
When money builds in people's bank accounts
As the Earth dies sadly before our eyes
You're right this world is a horrendous place
Image 1 found at https://pixabay.com/en/forest-fire-blaze-smoke-trees-1161868/
Image 2 found at https://pixabay.com/en/garbage-environment-beach-pollution-2369821/
Tuesday, 8 May 2018
Dying of thirst
He licked the last of the muddy water
A gritty taste in his still parched mouth
He then sought shade under a rocky crag
To lay him down to rest
Thumping heart in his breast
The grass all gone even the trees had died
Whose roots sought water to the very last
Leaves had fallen and then their limbs did sag
Bleached bones lay around
All quiet not a sound
Streams and rivers no longer flowed to seas
Now just putrid lakes of floating corpses
Along with every man made plastic bag
Millionaires flew to Mars
Left a few rusting cars
The last to die were the forgotten ones
Who had lived their lives in Earth's barren zones
Isolated, dark eyed whose limbs were but scrag
Nature's children for years
They too now shed their tears
They dreamed of Earth in days of glory past
Children playing in the rain, skies overcast
All was green and fruit in trees made them sag
Life filled lakes, rivers, seas
Man, you can never please
He licked the last of the muddy water
A gritty taste in his still parched mouth
He then sought shade under a rocky crag
To lay him down to rest
Last heart beats in his chest
Image found at http://www.kpbs.org/news/2013/sep/23/skeletons-sahara/
Labels:
Climate,
Conservation,
Earth,
Mankind,
Poetry,
Poets United,
Water
Wednesday, 23 March 2016
Man adapts to any climate
What an extraordinary primate
Is man that adapts to any climate
Pity wild life struggling in his wake
As he mines and pollutes this earth so fair
For transitory riches is all he cares
We bask in sunshine swim the ocean's seas
Not cognisant of our fatal disease
Of destroying all we touch and pollute
Let's shoot an elephant lets snare a bear
Let's burn fossil fuels see how far we dare
Let's spill oil on Australia's Barrier reef
Let's melt the polar bears Arctic fief
Look how much my bank balance has grown
Amazon's rain forest is burning now
Sure a tax deduction they will allow
2. Amazonian forest burning
Image 1 found at www.freeyork.org
Image 2 found at www.wired.com
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