01: Rhapsody For Ourkind

By Whittinghame Water, from lint-soft bank,
Watching rain… could there have been just nothing?
Far better not to think a thing so deep,
Save focus for that stardust what we are,
Leave complex answers to posterity,
But… if our planet cannot be preserv’d,
Then future minds to solve a Universe
Remain unborn, or if born surely starve;
Inside deadly marshes are we wander’d,
This existential crisis of an age,
These flailings of a fake democracy,
Burning ballot-rights, profits before freedom;
As pinned under daggers of driven greed
Votes sustain manipulative systems
& corporate institutions hell-bent
On step-by-step destroying precious Earth,
But there is hope – each fresh generation
Of conscientious, ecological
Citizens, holding singular aegis
Of putting Planet First, above all things,
Descry how votes for establish’d parties
Are signatures on the World’s death-warrant;
But… if enough of us believe in Change
Then Change must come, no roof shall stay these dreams,
When the next, new, novel evolution
Has never been been more vital for Ourkind.


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