Grand dad did you breathe
before air cons were invented
was it hard staying
alive without modern inventions?
Grandma weren't you flustered
as you fluttered with paper fans?
Could you communicate before
faxes and long distance calls
became basic necessities?
Grandchild we lived
before your age
Because of our ignorance.
we did not know
pollution, stress, traffic jams,
destruction of forests, streams and
hills
we feared God and nature
now nature fears you and
money is your new God.
All Days All Time
Sunday, 25 September 2011
Saturday, 24 September 2011
The River
The River's a wanderer
He twists and he turns
He just cannot be still.
The River's a hoarder
And he buries down deep
Those little treasures
That he want to keep.
The River's a baby
He gurgles and hums
And sounds like he's happily
Sucking his thumbs.
The River's a singer
As he dances along
The countryside echoes
The notes of his song
The River's monster
Hungry and vexed
He's gobbled up trees
A nomad, a tramp
He doesn't choose one place
To set up his camp.
The River's a winder
Through valley and hill He twists and he turns
He just cannot be still.
The River's a hoarder
And he buries down deep
Those little treasures
That he want to keep.
The River's a baby
He gurgles and hums
And sounds like he's happily
Sucking his thumbs.
The River's a singer
As he dances along
The countryside echoes
The notes of his song
The River's monster
Hungry and vexed
He's gobbled up trees
And he'll swallow you next
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