The Alphabet of Life
Each letter, each word,
Each sentence, paragraph and chapter
Any loss leaves a hole
In the telling of our tale.
We become as impoverished
As the blank pages
What profiteth a man
When he has gained
The whole sterile globe
More than he will ever know?
The Alphabet of Life
I was thinking about the incredible DNA molecule that spells out the alphabet of life. Back in the beginning that first amazing molecule started the ball rolling. We have all descended from that. We are all related. Every single cell of life is wondrous, precious and miraculous.
Yet we are destroying life at an increasing rate, driving species after unique species into extinction. Yet every single species is precious.
We should certainly respect it more!!
This virus has really shown up the incompetence of our unmighty leader. He can only function reading off an autocue.
How many of us are surplus to requirements? Factory fodder, cannon fodder and assembly line babies. No longer needed.
IMPORTANCE OF IMPORTANCE
The raised fist and honest twist
The acid rain and asthma pain
The babies cry and darkened sky
The shrapnel bomb and arrogant aplomb
The plastic mine and doing time
The napalm cling and shredded skin fling
The penthouse suite and frozen feet
The Leah jet and yacht set
The bimbo glide and knife’s slide
The old boy tie and outrageous lie
The cardboard box and sly old fox
The turn of the wheel and anguished squeal
The turn of the screw and smiles that chew
The rocket’s roar and overdraft score
The prostitute child and ‘ain’t life wild’
The snuff flick and torture stick
The bombs that tick
The mind’s turned sick
The boy the chick
The country hick
The cunt the prick
The sneering kick
And all the things that get you one up
On somebody else
That make someone gloat
And someone else crawl
That’s the importance of importance.
What is important in life?
Is it all about hedonism?
Or about accruing wealth, possessions and status symbols?
Or is it about power?
Is it religious devotion?
We all live lives of quiet desperation – or so I am told. We are desperate to get more and be noticed; to be someone.
We live our lives in a bubble of mundaneity. Our lives are pulled along down familiar routines. But where is the substance? Where is the purpose? What are we gaining?
Do we merely mindlessly live?
Meanwhile the bulk of humanity and the whole ecosystem of the planet pays the price for the extravagance and ambitions of the few. The establishment leads us on a roller-coaster of greed, avarice, selfishness and belligerence towards a precipice.
Trying to be important creates war, poverty and destruction.
I would hesitatingly suggest that there are better ways to live a life and better ways to run the world.
Perhaps those who care should get involved?
Torrential rain fell down like truth
On the heads of the people walking home
On wellington’d minds
This is another of those little haiku type poems I wrote back in the 90s. It seemed very fitting at this time of election fever!
My spellcheck says that there is no such word as welllington’d. There is now.
We are all surrounded with information and truth yet ignore it. We prefer to live in our little insular bubble. As long as we are comfortable and getting our needs met we can forget about the nasty things going on all around us. Besides there is nothing we can do about it.
Reality check – the reason ISIS is rampaging and the chimps are being slaughtered is precisely because people do not care.
We can make a difference!
Pandemics love people all getting together!!
I thought the Justice one was nice and positive!! That’s what we need!!