Heir Conditioning

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.

The River

The River's a wanderer

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