We ate of The Blue Planet,

From its hard wilderness,

The Sea, and its Prairie.

From the grasses and bush

Is fruits of the seasons.

And those swimming, flying,

Walking too.

We lived off what was good.

Then yesterday

We pumped oil,

And the Chemicals came out to see us.

We may be here for a while longer,

And the Blue will come over us.

Not off the sea or air,

But in the mind, where we live.

Do we hate The Blue Planet?

Because we exploit with such venom.

C 2019 Christopher Thompson

All rights reserved

Speed poem. 18/02/19

Cannock England.



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