Birrell Garnett Poet I do not know?

Door Post Poem - Megprofits

Inter connected already my friend
Submitting to peer pressure and 
Responding to the Fathers Sins, who
Followed the rules and lived and died
As all the others had before

Watching children today, breathing our
Polluted atmosphere, chernoble, coal
And oil, gas blown by the wind
The world over.

Is the world over?

Has the paradise we were born into
Burnt in manmade mega changes
As we filter our passion through
Whom and what our peering Group
Of neighbours read from our actions

And if I use the recycling bins, will
It reduce the amount of plastic the oil
Industry make, or promote making
Usefull items like ploughshares
Instead of guns?

If, I ‘do my bit’, does it help you
Or ‘them’ do theirs; n’ does it 
Reduce the numbers of landmines
My country manufactures, or the
Number of children with stubs for Limbs



If I turn off lights when I ought to
And make stuff last a bit longer
Or ‘make-do, fix and mend’ will it
Alter the amount of resources used
By status symbols in their buying,
Accommodating or maintenance? 

If I walk instead of drive
Will it solve anything
Am I less likely to get breast cancer?

I am doing my bit
I always have been
And so have all the rest of you

So we obviously deserve 
all that comes to us - its no-ones fault
Merely the training provided
and responded to and the everlasting
Landscape of one of Gods Days.

And when they said ‘wind farm’
And some of us thought ‘Jobs’
And some of us thought of dead birds
And atmospheric community provisions
And we leant upon our trained officials 
For answers
And then we started fighting

Was that still in One of Gods Days

Small island off the coast of UK
Mainland, perfect for nuclear fission
New clear waste, large amounts of concrete
Easy to make mega profits to spend on 
Status symbols

Why?

Apathy,. Mate, and fire-fighting and
The ever present command to 
‘dominate the earth’, ‘to be divided’ and 
Recognise 2 sorts of humans, male 
And female….. Or them and us

Just press the button as the best bequeathment
And inheritance - life is obviously not enough all on its own.

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