For My Great, great Grandchildren

It catches the sun light as it trickles from the tap,

runs down the drain washing grime through a trap,

Flush a toilet, wash the car, such luxury in our lap.

Will water freely flow in the future at all on the map?

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The bag of filmy plastic is bulging, clean not gritty.

I recycle carefully: so my progeny, of any ethnicity,

will be able to share food or drink clear of plasticity,

praying it will be a dolphin friendly sea not scarcity?

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I’ve filled the garden with bee friendly flowers,

fed the fluffed up birds through wintry showers.

Will plants be bee pollinated for future growers?

Will our great, great children become sowers?

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I’ve refused toxic weedkillers and gone organic,

worm friendly manure and garlic help slow panic.

Will there be healthy food as it seems so satanic 

to put Monsanto’s glyphosate on anything botanic.

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I use sea friendly detergent and soap nuts made

from wondrous trees, hang washing out and fade 

the heating down. Will there e’en be a green glade?

and an amazon jungle left for earth in a decade?

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I drive an electric car, solar charging when I can –

from the panels on the roof, and I pray they’ll ban

carbon. so future generations survive what we began

‘cos we’ve used their resources, not left them a plan.

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I love my future progeny, pray some will farm land,

bear children who’ll play on beaches, dig in sand,

run in grass, count butterflies but worry my stand

will crumble because of lobbyist’s greedy demand.