When Words Are Not Enough

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When Words Are Not Enough

This is an expanded version of a piece I wrote some time ago  It has grown and changed with the telling 

It expresses my concern for the planet and they way we are governed 

I hope to leave my grandchildren a better world than is depicted here

I do believe there is hope otherwise I would be so overwhelmed by the misery and destruction that surrounds us 

Within my head the words, thoughts and ideas run riot.

I worry about growing older and where the path will lead me.

But that all fades into nothingness now.

I worry about fracking and open cut mining and deforestation.

And the world I leave to those who will follow.

 

I worry about the people all over this country

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.

And corporations who truck in drinking water for their employee’s safety.

 

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

To take families with babies, to camps offshore where there is no help

No protection, only chaos, abuse and misery.

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

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

 

I worry that companies who rape our land and are paid millions in tax refunds.

I worry about media control, centralization and agencies who dictate what we see and hear.

I worry about the ongoing erosion of our personal freedoms

When many don’t even seem to see how our privacy is being invaded.

We post online every minute detail of our life.

 

We don’t interact one on one anymore but exist in texting

The electronic matrix steals our selfies and they can never be removed,

They will exist forever in some cyberspace collective of information,

I worry why and who has access to this information

It sits waiting to be mined and used, for what?

 

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 and unseasonal weather.

By an act of climate change our government denies even exists.

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 mega international corporations who spray and pour poison our fields,

In the name of feeding the world.

Fracking where we grow our food and the effluent seeping into the water table.

I worry about those who genetically manipulate crops without understanding the cellular impact.

 

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

To the damage, I am causing every day with my throw away lifestyle.

I worry when government blurs the line between personal belief and governance.

I worry about those in boats who have to flee their place of birth,

Those who risk death on the open sea or imprisonment for a chance of freedom.

 

I worry about the children who face racial hatred because of the colour of their skin,

Or because they pray five times a day, or once a week on Sunday.

Minority groups are easy targets for those who practice genocide.

Christian, Moslem, Buddhist, Jainist, Atheist, Black, White, Brown….

Why does it matter what another believes or the colour of their skin?

 

“If you prick us, do we not bleed?

If you tickle us, do we not laugh?

If you poison us, do we not die?”

Shakespeare wrote those words around 1597

Nothing has changed.

 

Be content, be compassionate, be caring, be open minded

Live your life not theirs.

I worry that the most dangerous species on the planet is man.

We become remorseful when we hear of atrocities and say,

“We must not let this happen again.”

 

But somehow we forget and it all begins again.

Or did it never cease and the inhumanity flows like a poisoned thought.

From country to country, it is always there never really receding

Sitting silent waiting for the next power-hungry mogul

To rise from the dark and begin the cycle again.

  

I worry when I see hooded protestors on our streets

Who sprout vile obscenities and threaten peaceful protest.

Where is the courage of their belief that they must hide their faces?

I worry when any governments greed for power overrides compassion,

When winning an election is more important than saving a life.

 

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

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

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

Gandhi once said, “The pursuit of truth does not permit violence on one’s opponent.”

Without these words, I worry we have forgotten, what it is to be HUMAN.

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About lindandsam

Linda is a poet and writer. She is a student at the University of the Sunshine Coast (USC) completing Bachelor of Creative Writing. 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, and their second-hand book shop.

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