My general frustration at first year not going quite the way I'd hoped got channelled into a piece of righteous indignation at mankind's disregard for nature. And it's a message I still stand by, unlike a few other things I wrote in first year.
WHO TURNED OFF THE LIGHTS?
Bright lights
White nights
For the birds in the
hedgerows and trees.
To sing their songs
they strive
But they cannot
survive
With no sleep.
Blackbirds have spoken
But now they are
broken
By cruel, piercing
beams.
Turn off the
floodlights and then
They can rest in their
nests once again
And have peace.
Turn off the city and
wait
For the chorus – not
early, not late
But beautifully free.
Nature kills all
And mankind will fall
So don’t get too used
to this power.
Short-out, blackout,
where are you now?
Couldn’t be bothered
with Mars or the Plough
The night sky is new
and deadly to you.
Lost through
exhaustion
And crushed by
ignition
Of too many
streetlamps.
Dark days
Music plays
To replace all the
birdsong
Killed off by laughing
In the face of the
night…
Humanity’s arrogance
Turned off the lights.
Thanks to: Frankie
Goes To Hollywood for Black Night White
Light, Cat Stevens for Morning Has
Broken, and Kate & Anna McGarrigle for Mother
Mother.
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