Our burning home
something that everyone seems short of.
I need more time
to finish the project,
I need some time to prepare.
Yet one phrase left unheard:
Do we have enough time?
Do we have enough time to save our homes?
Not the fake plastic covered homes,
not the polluted wasteland,
not the plastic islands at sea,
but OUR home,
the home where green grows,
the home where lives have been changed,
the natural, musky, wood-scented, outdoors
Our home is at risk,
in danger, it's the prey
stuck between climate-change claws.
Our summers become more and
skin cancer everywhere you look.
The oceans' waters are about to boil.
Winters are no longer,
the ice is thinning,
instead of skating
you might as well swim.
Museums will not have dinosaurs
nor mummies, but stuffed
corpses of birds
we once thought were plentiful
of green, a precious artifact,
a reminder of what we have caused.
Will we rob the future generations of the callings of the tui,
of the skytower totara trees
and break the children's hearts before
they even have hearts?
Steal their sense of nature?
Will we thieve them of their plants, trees and streams?
No, it's just hot today.
No, it's just a tad foggy.
Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall,
all of the horses and all of the men
just watched as Humpty cried.
good ol’ Humpty Dumpty
with ‘Mother Nature’ –
Little Miss Muffet
sat on a plastic tuffet
eating her high-in-sugar whey
along came a tidal wave of climate change
and washed Miss Muffet away.
This can't be the end
I won't allow it –
bring out weapons of blue and green.
We can restore Mary's lambs and Humpty's smog free air.
We can fight for a place where we don’t choke on smoke.
We can fight for our waters, too murky to see the bottom
We can fight for a cause begging to be cared for.
But why listen to me?
Why listen to somebody
who is still in primary school?
to the scientists
Listen to the experts
Listen and hear the cries for intervention
Listen to the young
Listen to the elders
Listen to the wailing cries of the trees in the wind
Listen to the swan song of our home
Listen until the final note of this journey is played
Listen until the hum of the wind has died
Listen before our home is lost
Just take a moment and listen.