Homo sapiens

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Homo sapiens

Claiming our Gods,
yet acting like God,
we treat our whole world with contempt.
Gifted with brains
to break free our chains,
one would think we would try to attempt

to cherish our planet,
much sooner than it
fall prey to our greedy endeavour.
Respecting the worth
of unique Mother Earth
is survival; it's not even clever.


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The luxury
of choice
requires attention
to our voice.
Should that new car 
be battery, electric
hybrid or eclectic.

Smallest, smaller, small,
do we need a car
at all.
Get a bus or take a train
or a taxi
now and then.

Yes, our towels are old
and faded
but the fact that they are jaded,
they still work
they dry our skin;
come on girl, it's win-win.

And as for
this strange passion
of keeping up to fashion
what a nonsense
that turned out to be.
We need to take 
some drastic 
action on our plastic
or listen, friend;
we'll all end in the sea.

A new motor

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A new motor

Old Mother Harkitt
went to the market
to treat her good self to a motor.
When she got there,
they'd a C5 Sinclair,
a tractor, two Fords and a Skoda.

But she wanted green,
entirely clean,
one hundred percent carbon zero
and with nothing she liked
she bought a pushbike,
that lady, my friend, is a hero.

Going green

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Going Green

I'm going carbon-neutral
from now on, gas is out,
not green, apparently,
so what of Brussels sprouts

and cabbages and cauli,
slender runner beans,
are all these gas producers
now not considered green?

It's all a bit confusing
when trying to be good,
perhaps the next new thing,
an electric-hybrid spud.


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The sight of so much litter
Has left me feeling bitter
Find a bin for that used mask
It's not a lot to ask.

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