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?

For the Love of Jack

Remember our Jack, who picked up his beans
and walked away from those who sought
to exploit his fear and vulnerability?

Remember how he walked away
from agencies who smelt
an egg of gold?

Our Jack didn’t give a bean
for banks who showed no interest
for as long as he had –
Jack squat.

No, our Jack put his beans
in a medium sized hole
he dug with his own hands
in a good old river bank,
and his care for those beans
never altered.

Even when they laughed at him
and took his shoes
and told him he was trespassing
upon their mean old patch of land
his love light never faltered.

So our Jack sat down on his jacksy,
and watched his beanstalk fare,
and now our Jack’s beans are plenty
for all kind folk to share.

But for the love of Jack we’re hungry,
and the giants have their way,
But for the love of Jack we’re broken,
Take your beans and walk away.