#thunberg
"We have not inherited the earth from our ancestors,
we are borrowing it from our children." - origin unknown
When voices of the young
Cry in the wilderness
For the sake of the wilderness,
Do not conspire to silence them!
They are emissaries from the future -
Destined to inherit the effects of
Every wise or foolish choice we make.
So, when Greta Thunberg
Speaks in warning tones
Of a world on fire
And dangerous greenhouse gases,
Her words reverberate
In Stockholm, Glasgow, London
Berlin, Madrid, and other
Stations of our fragile globe,
All the coins jingling in the pockets
Of all the oligarchs who shop
Our frail world's crust 'til it drops,
Cannot mask the costs of greed and denial.
So if Greta's shouts for global sanity
Gnaw at our collective conscience,
Listen up, people! We can only
Hide from the truth at our mortal peril.
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 5:28 PM UTC
Cataclysmic screams
Ignored by all
Enlightened scientists fold
Attenborough is bold
Burn genera past
A hampering carbon mist
A rush on Wellies
Biodiversity up for sale
Plastic mountain infests
Human to an excess
The Thunberg effect brokered
Bubble blowing rules
Forestation sullied by the suds
Draining carnivorous human glut
Population booms
Hurting viral waves
Now start the change
Let the amphitheatre feel your pain
Power with planetary forces
Let nature have a breathing space
Sustainable
and
seasonally homegrown
Take the baton
To shape the race
Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 9:40 AM UTC
Her words will light a fire
underneath deniers, eye-to-
eye, take on the liars, I, too
have too long uttered silence
while our children quietly
despised us, we, even me
who knew, choked it down
the unclean smoke unspoken
yes, how dare we leave this life
behind for generations to bare
our crimes, and yet they rise
above to breathe fresh air
the clean O2 of burning desire
searing, shouting utter truth
to wake the world, to sing
and single out, to recognize
a lie when it is a lie, FIERCE
like fire, beautifully reactionary
aflame, to inflame, now is here
your time, rebel, my rebel child
fight for your very life, your future
children, species, for all mankind.
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 1:08 PM UTC
She sits
Atop a myrtle bush
Wingless
She cannot fly
But sends out her desire
Her future dreams
Through the unsuspecting air
Her belief
In distant generations
Borne upon the breeze
Hope of the unseen
Messaged across the barren lands
And am I powerless?
May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 11:44 AM UTC