Poetry With A Mission

...a thought provoking poetical exercise.


Don't Blame God

Tell me, who is tearing down forests, raping jungles as well,
Thus, depriving earth of its lungs, turning earth in to a hell?
Who is causing floods and landslides by stripping our planet bare?
Who is taking homes from creatures, and filling them full of fear?

Yes, who’s endangering creatures, and has made some disappear,
When they have a right to life too, and the same right to live here?
Who’s plundering the land and sea with a reckless disregard,
Thus, unbalancing and depleting their very own back yard?

Who’s clogging the air that we breathe, altering our climate too,
Via those toxins that car exhausts or factory chimneys spew?
And who’s polluting the land, our rivers, our lakes, and the sea,
Via the waste that they dump and pump, that ill health will guarantee?

Who is damaging this earth with all their weaponry and wars,
Killing and maiming both man and beast, almost without a pause?
And who adds insult to injury testing bombs, missiles too,
That also stain our planet with their poisonous residue?

Who has even caused famines, spawned epidemics and disease,
And caused more destructive weather, causing ice-packs to thaw, not freeze?
Who has punctured the ozone layer, made temperatures rise?
Well, the answers a simple one — it’s us — yes, we get first prize.

Thus, don’t go blaming God, as we’re to blame, such is more than plain,
Yes, it’s we who have made this mess, it’s we who’ve acted insane.
Thus, we’re reaping what we have sown -- it’s our fault, and ours alone,
Yes, it’s we who are on trial, not God, and therefore, we can’t moan.

We have harmed ourselves and others, trashed this world, fouled our own nest,
And it's all because we have failed to do what would have been best.
Thus, we’re now in deep water, water that is rising very fast,
Water that will soon engulf us, unless sense prevails at last.

By Lance Landall

Am I Missing Something?

Oh, how I want to change the world, stop corporate greed, and halt poverty,
And I’m worried about global warming, dwindling resources, misery.
It’s time that we ended wars, infighting, joined together in harmony,
It’s time we dealt to abusers, tyrants, and halted animal cruelty.

But please excuse me if I regularly use foul language publicly,
Or recklessly race down suburban streets just wasting petrol noisily,
Or if I show my anger by rioting in the streets, and torching cars,
Or if I am loud and aggressive after a night out visiting bars.

Yes, please turn the other way when I’m behaving inappropriately,
And when my partner and I are behaving sexually openly.
Or when I’m enjoying violence or adultery on the TV,
Or when I'm perusing some porn, or listening to stand-up crudity.

Oh yes, how I so want to change the world, promote freedom and liberty,
How I so want to bring a stop to prejudice and any bigotry,
How I so want to save our forests, stop the plundering of whales at sea,
And I’m longing to see peace on earth, and political transparency.

But please excuse me when I’m booing, throwing cans, come soccer or rugby,
Or yelling for blood while I'm watching boxing, (with youngsters right beside me),
Or when I’m fiddling the books, my taxes, ripping someone off, fibbing too,
Or smirking at someone else who virtuousness wishes to pursue.

Yes, I so want to change the world, end violence and discrimination,
And it’s time that people stopped judging, circulating misinformation.
It’s time that we stopped polluting, trashing, behaving irresponsibly,
Yes, it’s time that we ended starvation, and thus acted less selfishly.

But please excuse me if I play my stereo loudly, intrusively,
Or if I drink and drive, toss my rubbish, and act un-hygienically.
Please excuse me if I just do what I fancy, for it’s my life, you see,
Thus, nobody has a right to interfere, and nor to try to change me.

Am I missing something?

By Lance Landall