Greta from Sweden, Vanessa from Uganda and Dominika from Poland
Two Swifts Shrieking
Two swifts wheeling in the sky
Shrieking with delight –
Not missing their brethren?
In days not long gone
Those same skies
Were full of flocks of screaming swifts.
The air, now a desert,
Teemed with insects
That were scooped with such glee.
There was enough
For many swifts
To gorge themselves and feed their chicks.
Now those insects
Are hard to find
And the future is looking dim.
Do they now shriek with delight or horror?
It is so noticeable to me that the skies are emptying. We were so used to seeing the swifts, swallows and house martins, the filter feeders of the skies, putting on their aerial displays.
Where once there were flocks now they appear in pairs. The flocks have gone.
The skies that once buzzed with insects are empty. The insects have gone. There is no food.
The barns and house eaves that provided nesting sites are all knocked down, cleaned up and gone.
It is hard to believe the changes that have taken place in the space of one lifetime.
Were those two swifts really shrieking with delight! I feel they cry in desperation.
The Human Tide
The human tide is springing high.
The love of babies a reason why.
The love of sex a pleasure for to die.
The family a disaster.
I love babies – we all do. That’s the trouble. There’s too many of them.
We humans need things to live – room, food and water. In order to meet our needs we are chopping down the natural world and killing the wildlife. We use pesticides to protect our crops and maximize food production but it is killing off our bees and insects causing problems with pollination and starving to death the birds and animals that feed off them.
Our numbers are such that our impact is immense. Not only is it killing everything else off but it is altering the climate of the planet. I love babies but it is time we reduced our numbers and became more responsible.
World leaders are letting us down.
The Green Deal is not enough.
So many loopholes.
The world is run by a bunch of clowns.
In search of the dollar;
Swirling down a wormhole.
A safe future for all our children
Within this existential threat.
No luxury of time.
The world on the run at the end of a gun.
No thought for tomorrow.
To ignore it is a crime.
We don’t have the decades;
Just ten years to get this right.
Giving up is not an option
Our future lies in the trades
As we balance the wind against money.
The future should not be an auction.
Connect the dots – we decide what to do.
To buy more and more stuff
Or save the planet.
A beautiful green ball with oceans blue
Or a barren rock;
A stagnant ball of granite.
If it were easy it wouldn’t be a crisis!
Listen to the science!
Act. Before it’s too late.
You all know what the price is.
Words are not enough.
Inaction seals our fate.
Watching Greta on TV, full of idealism and determination. A frail girl who is using everything she has to highlight what we all know to be the case. The world is warming. The animals are dying off.
We are the cause. Eight billion of us consuming. Eight billion of us destroying habitat. Eight billion of us wanting more. Eight billion of us not taking enough care.
I have to question our priorities.
In this poem I used Greta’s own words for the first verse and answered them with a second verse. I repeated that throughout.
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