Thursday, January 10, 2019

While Rome Burns/imaginary gardens with real toads

While Rome Burns

It seems we have been misled
Encouraged to want more
Bigger, better, more, more
We have not been encouraged

To be frugal
To live lightly on this earth
To save what we have
What makes life worth while

How can killing be called a sport
All in the natural world is sacred
What kind of creatures are we
Who do not respect the earth

And all that resides there
Wasteful, throw-away
We are the poulters 
Who make it impossible to live here 

It seems our brains have atrophied
We have not grown
To meet the challenges
We have created

Our leaders can only point to the “wall”
And the news media follows
While Rome burns
And the US with it

January 10, 2019







3 comments:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Wanting More has strained Mother Earth to the max. This poem resonates with me, these thoughts are with me every day. We are distracted by the orange man's antics, as he leads the country to bankruptcy and collapse, like everything he has ever touched. They are taking too long to remove him. I love the new clear voices of the women in government. "We wee right through you." Cool.

Kerry O'Connor said...

It seems our brains have atrophied
We have not grown
To meet the challenges
We have created

This is so very true.. it is a tragedy.

Priscilla King said...

"Our leaders can only point to the wall"--while the would-be rulers of the world have been deliberately luring that poor mob to carry on at the other side of it. Blood-boiling situation. We've forgotten how to take care of our own and people are telling the desperate that somehow we're supposed to take care of them too.

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