Last summer as our part of the planet was burning, I began to write a collection of poems connected to climate change. I have been working on them off and on. This is one of them.
And The People
And the people,
And The People
And the people,
egged on by their
corporate masters
dug more deeply,
extracted more thoroughly,
spread more freely
the black death,
And called it good
And they integrated
it into their lives,
drove their cars,
heated their houses,
flew their planes,
extended their dietary horizons,
And called it good
And they transformed
the black death,
furnished their houses,
adorned their bodies,
filled supermarket shelves,
saturated landfills,
And called it good
The corporate masters
created a new creed
of the economy,
a modern mathematics
for keeping score.
Earth was raped,
profits soared,
And they called it good
As the shadow
of the black death
began to descend,
the corporate masters
plotted and schemed,
confounded truth,
proliferated lies,
gutted democracy,
And called it good
And called it good
And the people,
in thrall to their
corporate masters,
corporate masters,
embraced
the black death,
dug more deeply,
extracted more thoroughly,
spread more freely
the black death,
And called it good
And it continues, a terrible thing. Some are working to make change, just not enough.
ReplyDeleteI know. I'm having a hard time figuring out what it will take.
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