I worry about advancing age and where the path will lead me.

But that fades into nothingness.

I worry about fracking and open cut mining and deforestation.

And the world I leave to my grandsons.

I worry about the people up North,

Who can’t drink or bathe in their water,

Because it is polluted and burns their skin and causes illness.

I worry at the rise in still-born births in areas where mining is heaviest.

I worry about a government that sends minions in the dark of night,

To take families with babies to camps off shore where there is no help

No protection only chaos.

I worry that we have a government that does not care.

That has no compassion for the stateless, the sick, the elderly or the young with dementia.

I worry about a company that is paid millions in tax refunds

To a news agency who dictates what we see and hear in the media.

I worry that no one seems to care that the world is being torn apart,

Not simply by unjust laws, bigotry and discrimination;

But by Nature herself with earthquakes, cyclones, unseasonal weather.

I worry that the earth’s lubricants are being stripped and the plates are moving.

I worry that the planets lungs are being ravaged and destroyed.

I worry about the poisons poured into our fields,

Where we grow our food and seeping into the water table.

I worry that we are blind to the damage we are causing.

To the damage I am causing every day with our throw away style of living.

I worry we have no regard for the value of a life.

I worry that power and money are more important that human life or the life of this planet.

I worry that we have lost the understanding of the words sentient and compassion.

I worry we have forgotten what it is to be human.


We must stop fracking before it is too l ate

About lindandsam

Linda is a poet and writer. As a mature aged student, she completed a Bachelor of Creative Writing and is now a postgraduate student at the University of the Sunshine Coast (USC). Published in the USC Storyboard, 2015. Self-published ‘Where is Gedhum Choekyi Nyima?’ For the Tibetan Children’s Village, Dharamsala, 1997. She lives in the Sunshine Coast Hinterland and shares her life with her partner and their four-legged fur babies Hugo and Tashi-la..

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