Gaia’s Clear Call!!

“Why?” we all asked with simple sincerity.
“Cos’ it’s the law” he said with temerity.
“But it isn’t Justice, that much you must see”.
“The law’s the law, Justice ain’t up to me!”
“OK, but you do know right from wrong!”
“But I must do my job” the oft heard song.
“My job isn’t Justice; it’s keeping the peace
and I must do my job or my pay will cease”.
We stood alone then; no succour or aid
from a man more worried about getting paid
than about the plunder and death in our land.
As Gaia’s life seeps away; an hourglass’ sand,
he stands to enforce the capitalist gain,
oblivious to the cries of this Earth’s pain.
While we now faced another trip into jail,
at Gaia’s need, we knew we couldn’t quail.
So one by one they dragged us to their cell
our freedom’s loss – that forests death knell.
But each stood proud, locked in that dark hole.
Our sadness; we’d failed in our ultimate goal.
So the law; the ass, let that wild forest die,
ignoring the pain held in Gaia’s clear cry.

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About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri
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