Greenworld
By Veronica Moss
My eyes gaze reluctantly upon
Cold concrete
A barren and loveless
Sight to behold
What have we done?
A pigeon pecks longingly
Between pebbles
Anything to fill an empty stomach
And the clouds drift on
Concealing the sun
And releasing the unwanted gift
Of rain.
A train carriage
On its side
Reveals the beautiful stain
Of graffiti
But that will not last long
No free say in our world
Of capitalism.
Something is missing –
The towering giants
Which we depend on –
Gone
To build your fires
Your homes
But how can you live
If you cannot breathe?
The colour green
We see it enough
We depend on this colour
To live
But in our green world
Money cannot buy beauty.
Article from Go Folkestone Newsletter September 2007
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