Climate Poetry

i am stuck in this maze of humanity
a scene playing out in their pathway of life
a changing face among these beings
observing their actions and steps
leading to some unknown place

sometimes i am a confidante of shed tears
sometimes a carving block for fun
just a message board:
for loved ones remembered
and loved ones lost.

do they even consider my importance,
how they need me in their midst?
i am a source of the air they breathe,
an intricate part of their life,
a tree.

where tears are shed
where pain runs amok
where the poor fought;
a battle lost

rising from the mountains
rising from the seas
rising from all areas
affecting humanity

taking up the ‘pen’
to write in every way
nature warns us
of what is yet to come

Cruising on the Mighty Zambezi
Photo by Erika Southey

Slumbering Society – Heartless Thief
by Erika Southey

the days grew darker
the waters rose

society kept going;
a luxurious life they chose

science and the weather echoed
several messages to warn

while poor countries got flooded;
as others became disease torn

yet merrily they followed
their idol’s swift pace

as nature cried and begged;
pointing to their acts of disgrace

the music stopped – tears remained
they found themselves gasp in dismay

for climate change attacked
and took their pseudo existence away

 

Zambezi River Flow
Photo by Erika Southey