Poem: Who Will Inherit The Earth?

Time for something a little different…a sample of my poetry! A long time ago, I spent a lot of time writing “poems.” I put poems in quotation marks because in my view, they’re not really poems. I wrote what was in my head, without thinking about tempo or stanzas or rhythm. To inspire myself to write again, I looked back over my little virtual book of poems. The following is called “Who Will Inherit The Earth?”

Who Will Inherit The Earth?

Who will inherit the earth?

The rich,

After bending it to their will?

They are the centre of gravity,

The force that the people obey,

And the slaves cling to the ground,

Looking above for inspiration,

Imitating those they despise the most.

 

Masters and puppets bleed the world,

All in the name of progress and growth,

But the growth is a cancer,

Gaia’s tumour,

And as the world turns black,

The oligarchy laugh and clap,

Throwing money at problems and people,

All in the name of more power.

 

We grow without learning,

And progress without thinking,

Merely savouring the present,

Dismembering the past,

And ignoring the future.

While our overlords sail away,

And put their youths in power,

Wearing the selfish gene on their sleeves.

 

Forests fall, wells are drank dry,

The deep blue sea flushes an angry red,

Clouds expand with filthy fumes,

And the earth creaks upon its axis.

 

And if the meek do inherit the earth,

They’ll be nothing left,

Apart from relics of the industrial age,

Beacons of the last ruling elite.

The meek will walk an exhausted planet,

One that despises all living things.

 

Click here for my other poem: The Selfish Gene