Poetry – making cash – turning the world into a theme park

Selling the world

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Making Cash

I was watching the Night Manager – the John Le Carre story about the arms dealer. It was making me angry. There are a lot of people out there who would do anything for cash.

You can buy a hit-man, an elephant tusk, or a rhino horn from an unscrupulous thug. The torturers, despots and tyrants buy their tools and weapons from dealers. Britain is an arms-dealer. They are not all shady characters who hide in the background.

I have just returned from a voyage to South America. It brought home to me all over again the destruction of the environment, the massive slaughter of wild-life, the huge expanding numbers of people, the inequality and poverty and the wasteland we are making of the planet.

Nations plunder their resources. Jungles are chopped, strip mines gouged, seas polluted. Fish are scooped out of the sea using radar and huge trawls in industrial numbers. Nothing is sacred.

What once was plentiful is now scarce.

The whole world is being designed to be run as a tourist theme park.

The rich live in their four million dollar apartments and the poor scratch a living from the corrugated iron shacks along the river bank.

It could have been so different.

Who cares about a sloth? Who gives a monkeys?

Making Cash

There’s a man who makes a lot of cash

Selling the planet

For the midnight bash;

Supplying the bombs

To the men

Who don’t care,

To the ones

That the rest of us

Try to beware.

But all the cash

In the world

Won’t buy

A do-do.

They had it all

And they just let it go.

Opher 26th March 2016

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Poetry – Selling the World – A poem about the future.

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Selling the World

 

When all the forests are gone, all the wildernesses paved, all the wild-life eradicated and all the resources exploited; what will we have left then?

Will anybody care?

Will all the people go gaily about their lives without a thought, not noticing the difference?

Will they live their lives in their domiciles, walk down streets to the shopping mall, travel in computer driven vehicles, sit in manicured gardens, and watch mind-numbing media? Or will they miss the birds, bees and wild things?

Will they visit a zoo, eat their pseudo-pop-corn and stare at the weird animals that used to roam freely?

Where will the oxygen come from then? Will it be produced by huge industrial processes?

Will the scientists have invented new plastic?

Will everyone eat healthy beef-burgers made from sterile, wholesome bacterial sludge?


 

Selling the World

 

We’re selling the future

For a bigger slice of today.

Ripping the heart out

And making it pay.

What price a forest?

A whale or a bee?

Profit to be made

Where nothing’s for free.

 

They are buying the planet

Piece by piece.

Evicting the occupants

And stealing their fleece.

Creating sterility

Where once it was rich.

Stealing their lives –

Throwing bodies in the ditch.

 

Looking ahead

To the world of then

I see no home

For tiger or lion.

A plastic universe

Made of uncaring greed

With no wilderness

For wild-life to breed.

 

They are selling my future

And yours too!

All that will remain

Are remnants,

Caged,

Tamed,

Beaten,

Destroyed,

And contained,

In a zoo.

 

Opher 10.11.2015