Tag: Greenpeace
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The News
Why is my heart breaking? I hear the news on waking broken babies, hungry children, chilled by killing cold and filthy, midden like rivers flushing toxins harmfully in our seas. — Hitler rising from the grave, to bludgeon and break in waves on those who come for shelter too, friends and good people trembling so,…
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Christmas Then and Now
Homeless, hunted, humans and animals, food was scarce in the poor shelter, and life was cheap to the powers that oppress. —– Pregnant in a wasteland, like herded animals, giving birth to children. For what fair future? In a desert of war and violent vengeance. — Babies first breath, hushed in fearfulness, a mother fears…
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The Graveyard of Climate Change
The earth shifted and a fitful groan echoed through the desertified landscape, A sheet of plastic wrapped itself languidly around a tortured thorny tree, across the sanded earth small creatures slipped between the drifting dunes and on the horizon rose a cloud, hurrying them to huddle beneath the golden ——- grains. Growing it then blotted…
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Where Land is Rare
I stood on the cliffs and looked out to blue, blue sea, the bobbing boats with lines and nets in the bounty. ——- An innocence spread out on the tortured ruins below the rippling waves where we came too late, too slow. – Heard the bells of the churches and cathedrals…
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Plastic Warfare
The clouds floated on the face of the water, which flowed silently under branches of trees. Nothing moved nothing stirred but the grey water. ———————- Up above the sun shone cloaking the trees in burning heat and searing the ground; charring the last vestiges of grass that were not burned by the salt laced stream.…
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Too Late!
——————————— The flowers wilt on the wracked earth, there are no buzzing bees, temperatures soar untempered, children stare out of thin slits of curtains, closed against the searing sun. ———————————————- It was an emergency, now it emerges change was too late. Nothing growing on the farms where water has long been gone. ——————————— The flowers…