Priceless Mother Earth
by Susan Paczek
Where are our poets?
Flipping hamburgers with cheese
Where are our dancers?
Dancing to “your order, please?”
Where are our writers?
Flipping hamburgers with cheese
Where are our dancers?
Dancing to “your order, please?”
Where are our writers?
Selling us cups of coffee
Where are our artists?
Working checkout number three
Where are our children?
Traveling between school and home
And between this parent and that
Glued to their smart phones
Where are our artists?
Working checkout number three
Where are our children?
Traveling between school and home
And between this parent and that
Glued to their smart phones
What is for supper?
A plate of GMOs
That make our bodies big
Though our bellies don’t feel full
Who tells us our news?
People working for papers and TV
But hands signing their cheques
Belong to people we don’t see
If we press our creatives
Between high rent and low wages
How can they find time
To write society’s pages?
When can they express
Their souls’ frustrations
While trapped and muzzled
By corporations?
Why do numbers on paper
Get to decide
The value of people
And the course of their lives?
Fancy cars and mansions
Have a lot of worth
Thanks to the pricelessness
Of our Mother Earth
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| "Sunny Day" by Evgenia Makogon 48" x 48" acrylic on canvas |
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