Tag: COP26

Tyranny

He yawns

and suborns.

He snores

breaks the laws.

Watching the world waits and wonders,

will it ever end or will he make them bend

again and again to suit his rules, and calls

them fools, as he laughs and sneers behind

their listening ears. The homeless are in the

gutter because that is his bread and butter. 

The poor queue for philanthropist’s good food 

and that is understood. For, it is up down and

even top down that only works if friends are

paid and money made first, he has such an

unimaginable thirst for power, control and 

aces the questions by absence and controls

the press by pretences and faces no 

consequences. 

COP26 and the voice of the poor!

Their home was bleak and emptied of all the webs of life that hold us together,

seated on the dirt floor they drifted in their thoughts while holding hands,

their bulging bellies swollen with starvation were moving beyond the human

need of hunger and care,   to a place where they lay down and let the life

ebb from them, hoping they would be lifted to a place of peace and plenty.

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A few folk were trying to raise the remaining childer but they themselves,

were failing now as the sickness spread and stuck to their fevered frames;

leaving more of the little ones to fend for themselves, in a world that has

forgotten how to care, choosing eyes closed to the crumbling children’s lives

as they opt to stop their financial aid but not the brutal interest on deadly debts.

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The weakened economies of world race to forge new pathways, and every

one misses those who live on the edge of a precipice of pain and hunger.

The small sons and daughters orphaned by the pandemic do not have 

any choices and their frail bodies, wearied by working long hours for a

pittance, would cry if they have a voice, ‘Help us with your billions and

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instead of flying into space give us enough for a meal, clean water

and a place to sleep safely.  Help us you who fund political parties

whose propaganda enables an agenda of propagating poisonous lies,

that wealth is to be garnered instead of food and money to be grown

in burgeoning bank balances in place of medicines for those without.

COP26 Where Land is Rare

Heard the bells of the churches and cathedrals calling

‘neath the waves in sadness, sorrow and raw regret.

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I heard the bells of bicycles and front doors and a sound

of the clocks, that ticked away the rising waters of ice

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melt, as the sun’s strength grew, and indecisive leaders

tried, and Canute like, failed to turn the trespassing tide.

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I watched folk, weighed down with a silvery, fish catch,

as they carried their boxes up the fresh cut, cliff steps.

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I laid a hand on my swelling tide of my own and felt

the hoped for baby tumbling beneath my trembling hands.

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The heat of the sun bore down on us both and I turned

to return to the city, with its ancient walls, where windows

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looked once on hills; but now upon rising tumbling waves,

an ancient settlement. Where fish are plenty but land is rare.