One hundred thousand years ago,
When earth was young, and forests grown,
Across the land and sea, were owned,
By nobody, the earth was known,
For its diversity, renowned.
Where nothing like dollars disowned,
The responsibility to owe,
The earth a little care, or show,
Consideration,
Compassion,
Woe,
To men who bow before the throne,
Of commodity.
Commercially they've stoned,
The earth, its black and blue, composed,
Of nothing but, ashes and dust,
Not life and love, but greed and lust.
These men have used, the world we knew,
Cause men abuse, and overuse,
Create issues, discarding truths.
To stay in trend, be relevant,
Condemn and spend, irreverent,
Of everything god gave them,
Of everything that made them.
All of their humanity,
Exchanged for love of vanity,
And oh man what a tragedy,
No unity, disparity,
We need a little clarity,
To recognise that this is wrong,
Open our eyes to lies in song.
We're materially unsatisfied,
When there are children daily dying,
For water, life solidified,
In staying alive.
Living each day, just to survive,
While we complain how we're deprived,
Of shoes and sunglasses, contrived,
By companies, in friends confide,
How we missed out, auctions denied.
While mothers and children just ride,
On rusty bikes, they are denied,
The basic rights, cannot get hired,
Even have cars, and homes and lives,
Of marginal freedom, life refined,
Into a box, and life prescribed.
Without a choice,
An equal chance,
Why are these people,
penalized?
YOU ARE READING
Stoneheart
PoetryA collection of poems about my coming of age, family and identity struggles and my battle with anxiety and depression as a youth.
