Who’s In Charge Here Anyway? Part II

Click here to read Part I

As shared in my previous post, I wrote a fourteen-verse poem about the collective indifference our species has for our natural world. In Part I, you had the opportunity to read the poem in full. For future posts, I will be taking 2-3 verses of my poem at a time to share my thoughts and viewpoints being expressed in that part of the poem.

Let’s start with the first two verses:

Squirrel with a nut | Mailing's Missive about the environmentHow dare that tree to grow that way.
How dare the wind to make it sway.
It might bend and then might crack,
And then might fall and break my back.

What makes that squirrel think he’s free
To take my nuts away from me.
And those birds there in my garden,
Peck my fruit and beg no pardon.

Maling’s Missives:

Pollution is with us and has been since the dawn of time, wherever humans have congregated. But now, with world numbers beyond belief and toxic waste a world-wide issue, indifference now can means literally the difference between disease and health, life and death. The difference depends upon the degree of indifference. The human anthill contains a frightening—deadly—force for change.

Your Missives

What meaning do the first two verses hold for you?
Do you feel these two verses only apply in referring to pollution?

Express yourself and comment below.

 

John2005John Maling is an Editor and Indexer. He’s the author of the multi-award winning book, Have Your Ever Held a Mountain? His website is EditingByJohn.com and email EditingByJohn@aol.com.

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