Love and Rage
Afflicted I am with rage I am sad because things are still the same,
Perplexed by the concept that with time things will change,
only to become aware that our only certainty is the grave,
sounds dark but it’s just another shade of grey,
still hold a spark for a better day,
a place recycled from all our waste,
landscapes of jungle take up most the space,
and coexist with sustainable inhabitants,
no fear no worry no pain and no hurry
just beings striving to survive
it’s no easy struggle staying alive
that’s not the same with people on this land
they come with full belly and ask for more,
they pass the weak and despise the poor,
expect to be followed into their mess,
leaving us broke and burnt and distressed,
bodies hurt and hands to the bone,
working us towards the destruction of our home,
which if whispered would bring nothing but scorn and a stone,
if yelled it would be paid in silence.
Frustrating if you really contemplate it,
which path you choose will decide,
not for me or you I admit,
but if our great grandchildren will live or die.
