The Only Game in Town
The living soul that is Mother Earth,
Cries omens of wind and rain,
And screams with rage as forests blaze,
Mourns plastic seas in pain.
There’s no wound as deep as a mother’s grief,
Who stares at her starving child,
She knows men’s greed is killing them,
As wars and death run wild.
Those blind with power ignore her pleas,
She bears her breast in shame,
They vow to fix our climate’s rage,
But go back to their only game.
Those men with power say now’s the hour,
To see the economy grow,
More plastic drugs and aeroplanes,
Will save us that’s all they know.
It’s the only game they understand,
And it always lets us down,
It’s more than a virus that’s killing us,
It’s the only game in town. By Phil Buckley https://www.facebook.com/phil.buckley3
Picture By Abduljabbar Zeyad https://widerimage.reuters.com/photographer/abduljabbar-zeyad