Beef

As Amazonian forests burn
and indigenous people,
deep in history, rich in knowledge,
who tend and defend our distant
lifeline, cry “Listen!” and we
Nod “Yes,” to the sound of
trees falling, and wonder “What is
hardwood?”

As we speak about high values
and postulate in the West
whilst failing to equate poor welfare
with inadequate care,
making mistaken presumptions
that we can continue to
treat people with disdain and
they will continue selflessly.

As we buy beef from those who
kill us and sell our natures,
and will not even bury us in
a place where souls can breathe…
It takes a most of us a lifetime to
understand the poetic entity, where
micro consciousness is vital
to the whole. So read again,
please?

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Julia Dean-Richards

Julia is a writer and performer living in the Shropshire hills. Her writing is a product and expression of the love she has found whilst journeying through the most difficult times of her life.

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