On the edge of the world
Mires my mood
New Year has many tales to tell
The future a hostage to silicon~
And heavy metals. Nuclear too.
We must make our stand here,
at this end of the world.
a relative of the seal
whose long dives used to fill our imaginations
with bubbles. No more. Plastic saw to that.
Now all is bare, a cupboard full of lies.
Rehearsing for the coming-times of war and famine.
Wars about water.
A prelude to slaughter.
The days of undeserved comfort and complacency
Are over.
These times displaced by wars about water
which will bring untold suffering, more slaughter.
the more we endanger them.
I see a man bending
his head, as if in prayer,
on Chalgaraidh Mull’s shore,
along this edge of Scotland,
on this very edge of the world
where I must give up grieving
and learn to fight, again.
For the time to act is not passed,
it is now!
John Marks
Sun 2nd Jan 2022 21:09
Thank you Stephen and Keith. Repentance Keith? I don't know. I think humans have made such an unholy mess of this world, exploiting nature for profit, that the only answer is....
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=721JQZw6Spg