Birds are dying while
men in suits
are still meeting
over lunches that
cost more than
two weeks worth
of food
for the hungry
and the
poor.
Oil spreads
while men
in silk pajamas
sleep in hotels
that cost more
than the poor
man's mortgage.
We look to the
sky for answers
but the answers
are here
in our face,
in our view.
No man should
be allowed
to climb so
high on the work
of the masses,
on the work of the
many.
If the salary of
the suits
in all corporate
realms
were invested in
the plans of managing
risks and
retiring the workers
a more
equitable
connection
would be made
with all
the birds,
the workers,
even the
heart of the
executives
who
lie awake
at night now
wondering how to
turn off the
leaking of their
profits into
the sea.
Is this oil to them -
killing wildlife and
ways of life -
or is it only their
investments?
Birds are
dying
this is no
investment
of any
true
worth.
TJM+
Poems of longing and attachment from this side of the JOURNEY, with an eye toward the Other-Side. All of the poems here were written by N. Thomas Johnson-Medland. Feel free to use them as you wish, just credit the author and send me a copy. tomjohnsonmedland@gmail.com
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Showing posts with label oil spill. Show all posts
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Oil Spill
There was always
enough money
and opportunity
when the oil
was flowing
into the pockets
of the men
of corporate luxury
and disdain.
If there had been
a hole in their pockets
I am sure
that "top-hat"
would have worked.
As it is,
it is starting
to feel that this
unexpected leak
is just an inconvenience
of public image
and a damned nuisance
for profits.
My tears
are with
the earth, and
her children.
Their pockets
can rot
right out
of their hearts.
TJM+
enough money
and opportunity
when the oil
was flowing
into the pockets
of the men
of corporate luxury
and disdain.
If there had been
a hole in their pockets
I am sure
that "top-hat"
would have worked.
As it is,
it is starting
to feel that this
unexpected leak
is just an inconvenience
of public image
and a damned nuisance
for profits.
My tears
are with
the earth, and
her children.
Their pockets
can rot
right out
of their hearts.
TJM+
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