Super Wealth and Destructive Politics.

Curling leaves and cruel heat scorching the thirsty fruit,

smoke covered faces and sweat soaked uniforms,

telling the cost of carbon fuels.

Fires rage and ground cracks as the power of the few

imagines that they control the climate for the  wealthy

who vainly want their profits.

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Children with their empty tummies rumbling and their

grumbling parents, who face starvation and the rich 

 – charge the poor for their banquets.

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Justice and mercy do not meet in our democracy now

for the few they have what they want and destroy lives;

but God will not be mocked.

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Silently, the power of the few has broken ranks and

slowly they will drift apart until their raft will sink

and will we throw them a life belt?

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History happened ,but will it come again?? that power

has been taken and nature enslaved to the ranks 

and bank of the oppressors.

Climate change brings a levelling up and a crisis

that we cannot imagine. And, like ants in water to

survive the whole must strive.

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They blink their eyes and shout on the biassed 

broadcast but the earth fills with the rising seas

and mountains become hills.

Some think three homes and billions of pounds

will keep them afloat but the naked truth does

not lie – we are destroying the gift

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of a planet, blue and green with polar caps

all for the sake of carbon fuels and motor

on as creation and people die.

May God help us!

It started so well.

Alone, silently, a cell splits on a planet,

cold and bleak, traces of life beginning

fragile, hopeful and a stirring of a sigh.

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Then others mutate and movements starts

as the urge to live, to create and to be but 

changes the barren land and sea and sky.

Slowly, creeping, altering organisms are

becoming more complex, and are they

choosing and deciding or has something

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moved over the waters, shifting, silently

building a life that wakens and urges to

sounds, and calls, and echoes thrilling

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the ocean where the slippery shapes of

finned creatures, loving the watery flow

over their various forms,  swim to and fro.

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Standing forms are moving now, taking

over places and building their own place,

ignoring their effects and increasing spoil;

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for the way they made their core contribution,

and the force that begat the beginnings

is destroyed in favour of might and moil.

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The hope that drove the tiny, trembling cells

is trampled as carbon chokes each millennia’l

budding, and a planet begins to buck, to bend, 

to 

burn.