CONSERVE THE ENVIRONMENT.
I'm eaten and beaten,
Our fate us written,
As I see hunger striking,
I see death approaching,
Every dawn at our heels,
Down stream and to the hills,
To deplete every green matter,
Forgetting the words of our mother,
Left right and center,
From rural to the urban centres,
Dumpsites at every corner,
I wonder if we can conquer,
The ecosystem at large,
Every species is endangered,
We've forgotten what we learnt in school,
Our fisheries have no school,
There is no life without the environment,
I appeal to our beloved government,
Let's plants trees downstream,
I appeal for a live stream,
Industrialization good, yes I agree,
But to some extent allow me to disagree,
What significance does it bequeath?
If it's end is death.
God gave it to us undue,
To conserve it and subdue
Even if it's through a barrel of a gun
There is nothing good and fun.
Kipngeno Robin
"Fathoms Deeper"
What are these strange creatures?
They swim in skins
not their own
calling us
into them
they amuse us
we are fathoms deeper
they
are a long way
from Home
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Swimming with orca in New Zealand, 2/3/2016.
https://youtu.be/JQ3mDXF3bcE
July, 2022. Gold Coast, Queensland, Australia.
Orcas.
Billy Bain, Facebook
https://www.facebook.com/865795424/videos/pcb.10166246143865425/1057112558247174
https://www.fisheries.noaa.gov/species/killer-whale
https://www.livescience.com/27431-orcas-killer-whales.html
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orca
Vast, powerful motion of all time,
How many do you facilitate sublime?
To discover, protect and to ably fight,
By wood, to keep our territory right.
To race, enjoying the sea air of such waft,
And to fish for delicious bites from our nets cast;
Enjoying the freedoms of the Common Fisheries Policy,
Having livelihoods protected through areas of advocacy.
One of carbon and two of oxygen, water,
And of course with salt which does the liquid alter;
Also with sodium, magnesium, calcium and sulphate too,
Plus the ions potassium and chlorine which do.
You can't really drink it apart from a sip,
But seawater and its fish can be boiled for your lip;
Cod’s coming back as no more overfished,
So pollock does not anymore need to be wished.
Our first travels were made on the ocean wave,
Its captains gave respect and sensibly did behave;
We journeyed from England to America to make,
A life for ourselves which nobody was to brake.
It moves with power, and sometimes takes a life,
And hides oil that's dug through much toil and strife;
The global community needs to channel its energy,
For renewable sources to be designed with synergy.
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