comes yet another beautiful sunrise
that whispers boldly of our common tale
these continents cannot remain a prize
to plunder ivory horns and tusks - we wail

the dying Rain Forest, dry fishless lakes
and vast blackened petrol poisoned beaches
have killed food and hunger in the sea’s wake
tsunami swipes man’s penny-pinched riches

millions of homeless sleep in cardboard tents
cramped in perilous tin roofed shantytowns
in drought and flooding, life is quickly spent
dreams whither when survival dries and drowns

for few, beauty is locked behind gates and bars
the rest have no time to gaze past the stars


to protect dreams
[2012.18.4…a]