Living in a fulcrum.
It feels like the world is turning.
We’ve reached the tipping point
We are being pulled in different ways.
The universe is out of joint.
On one side the Trumpists and deniers
Telling us it isn’t so.
On the other there’s Extinction Rebellion
Pointing the way to go.
We’re being fed the propaganda
From the Brietbart prophet.
Whose only god is power
And whose sacrament is profit.
The politicians are floundering
All they care about is votes.
What happens to the orangutans,
Is measured in bank notes.
Yet the young are rising up
And making their voices heard.
They want a brighter future
And will have the final word.
The world is turning on a fulcrum;
No telling where it will go.
For sanity or complacency?
Only the future knows.
I’m listening to the young who have their fingers on the pulse. They are not believing the lies put out by those who are profiting from the destruction of nature.
They know the pesticides are causing mass destruction of all insects from bees to butterflies.
They know our beautiful iconic species – the rhinos, elephants, gorillas, chimps, giraffe, lions, whales and tigers – are being hunted to extinction.
They know our rainforests are being chopped down.
They know our ice-caps are melting.
They know our climate is changing.
They know we are selling the future for today.
They know who is profiting from this wholesale destruction.
They want it stopped.
We are at a tipping point, sitting on our fulcrum. Which way will it go?