It's their world not mine.
Yes, now I have the time
to sit by the river
and watch time doing it's thing.
And feel time doing it's thing
with my joints and bones.
A slower, more peaceful time
perhaps to think about
their world whilst I'm
here to share it.
Do you recall old chairman mao.
He inflicted his regime
upon his country but
in a very crafty way.
He got the children to
do all the policing work.
Harsh little critters they were
but they got the job done
and no messing.
That old saying - its an ill wind
that doesn't blow somebody good fortune.
Well it's given me an idea.
For tomorrow our children will
inherit our mistakes and
the damaged planet
we are leaving them.
My idea is to actually empower
children with the policing
of environmental law.
Not all of them of course
but the savvy ones
backed with adult enforcers.
Too radical? Maybe. But...
just waffling on about green issues
has got us where???
The future is our childrens..
... think about it.
Children are our flowers
deserving of the richest soil
in which to grow and blossom
what will YOU do?
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All I can to give mine and others a voice to be heard as they are our future and have eyes from the past, it is about time we played a more personal part! Sadly most forgot their own and wish to pay off the guilt with no true heart....
Thanks for the early morning vibration and inspiration buddy, have a wonderful day!
Well put, Dusk. Great to see you fearing for the world rather than just appreciating it, as the spirit or whatever you perceive in there ain't going to survive in the face of human depredations.
Kids have. of course already taken up the issue (some of them), as they recognise that they are the ones to inherit the mess we leave. Hopefully, if covid comes under control, their voice will be heard again...
Our children will most definitely inherit what's left of this earth but I trust they will do better, like a rose growing on a crack between concrete ground.. they will find a way to thrive, great read.. 🌹
That last stanza is so true d a, in this well written poem. Our cjildren deserve to inherit a better earth than we have at present.
Andy
Good write Dusk.
passing-on our responsibility 'down the line' has led us to this predictably short-sighted mindset, however well intended...
chairman Mao accounted for 'Millions' of deaths to see his plan fail, he is no hero of 'humanity' or 'humane ideologies'!
and enforcing responsibility on children, however ethical its sentiment, is tantamount to the thinking that has millions of children being weaponised by their governments and drugged to perform acts of genocide (child soldiers)...
a slippery slope we dare to play, when we 'choose' to let children provide us the answers we so-called adult's are too inept to excavate for ourselves!
let us educate, indeed...
but let us gift them a chance at living their own life's, not those we deign to design as 'being in their best interest'...
I say let children be children for as long as fate grants them the opportunity to be...
(forgive me if my opinions upset you my friend, I am replying to your proposed idea, not you directly)
thank you for sharing dear Poet!
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