In the end!
After humanity has caught the last fish, after they dug up all that is left, after they cut down the last tree, and drank the last drop of clean water, only then will human beings see the devastation of their activities.
Our tears will not be enough
to hydrate and grow what we
reap and sow.
Only giving and forgiving ourselves will stop this disaster that is humanity.
......
How wonderful our world
of ingrained peace and tranquillity
with lives of eternal happiness,
As the lives that we live are carefree
And by the way, my best friend is called irony
How great our climate
Because man, in his creativity, has made gases
that fills our atmosphere
Trapping heat from the sun
......
Whispers and innuendo,
Partisan politics tearing us apart,
Grandstanding and deflection,
Are we not placing the horse before the cart?
A divisive President
This much we all agree,
But our actions matter,
This surely we must see.
......
Behold the white rage in the voice of
this thunder of
this January rain
Peer well through the window;
you shall see the fatted rage that wakes up
the somnambulist
The rage is distant but distinct,
escorted by bits of frozen clouds
......
Ooo hungry men;
You live in a clan;
Some rules are here;
Please obey them;
Take a glimpse;
Is war the only means;
Ask infant around you;
......
In the end!
After humanity has caught the last fish, after they dug up all that is left, after they cut down the last tree, and drank the last drop of clean water, only then will human beings see the devastation of their activities.
Our tears will not be enough
to hydrate and grow what we
reap and sow.
Only giving and forgiving ourselves will stop this disaster that is humanity.
......
Behold the white rage in the voice of
this thunder of
this January rain
Peer well through the window;
you shall see the fatted rage that wakes up
the somnambulist
The rage is distant but distinct,
escorted by bits of frozen clouds
......
How wonderful our world
of ingrained peace and tranquillity
with lives of eternal happiness,
As the lives that we live are carefree
And by the way, my best friend is called irony
How great our climate
Because man, in his creativity, has made gases
that fills our atmosphere
Trapping heat from the sun
......
“Love of my life, you / Are lost and I am / Young again.” – Louise Gluck, “Vespers: Parousia”
Love of my life, you
Are lost and the sky is
Gone again.
How beautiful my garden is
full of things that belong to me,
and how dead the earth.
......
Whispers and innuendo,
Partisan politics tearing us apart,
Grandstanding and deflection,
Are we not placing the horse before the cart?
A divisive President
This much we all agree,
But our actions matter,
This surely we must see.
......