“What a wonderful world”, so the song says yet its ruled so unjustly by mankind’s selfish ways. Men in boats across our wide oceans sail for the profit of killing just another Whale and corporations with such a money lust turning mighty rain forests into deserts and dust. Tigers, Rhino and Elephants roam a land filled with sun but there numbers diminished by a man with a gun. Gorilla’s on mountains that border Zaire populations so low that they soon won’t be there. People on horseback follow dogs on a trail, the prize of this ride is a dead foxes tail. With pollution we destroy the layer of ozone forgetting that this world is our only home.
“What a wonderful world”, so the song goes but for the poor and deprived full of misery and woes. Company’s lie in wait for an oil strike to reveal whilst many young lie in graves for the lack of a meal. Poverty, greed, ****** and hate another dictator lying in state. Honoured for his military might of keeping a nation locked up in fright. And for the young soldier who killed twenty-four he’s made a national hero with medals galore. The righteous who try to speak out of this wrong are killed or rotting in prison cells for so long and the holy who care for the lepers and plagued they receive little thanks for the lives they have saved.
“What a wonderful world” so the song said. Yet into our own destruction we seem to be led. The priority of “our leaders” is to **** and destroy treating our world as their unbreakable toy. Billions of pounds spent on weapons to **** whilst so many people lie dying or ill. Governments globally tell us all lies as an innocent child in a civil war dies. This climate change that we call Global warming Is the earth giving mankind its final warning. For this world knows that it would be a far better place with the total extinction of the human race. Without mankind all other life would thrive. Without mankind this world will survive.
Another poem my wife wrote many years ago. Zaire was the former name of the Democratic Republic of Congo... I still prefer Zaire though. This poem is copy written and has been published with her kind permission.