Roaming free – a poem

Roaming free


Once we roamed free

Over plains and sea,

Using our wits

Our skills and our knowledge

To take what we needed

To hunt and to forage.


Now swamped by numbers,

Our cruelty and greed,

We create our own downfall

Through the folly of deeds.


Opher 24.6.2019



I still yearn after that life of a hunter gatherer. I know it was harsh, uncomfortable and dangerous. We tend to glamorise and gloss the hardships. It was dangerous. Few grew old. But it seems real to me.

I fear that we are swamping the world with our numbers and sowing the seeds of our own demise out of greed.