SOS

 SOS

We can’t become monsters

choosing the rules we get to break

Fear of a new ordinary

to lessen our intake

Enough is enough

Rivers don’t run faster in disaster

and your struggles to care

don’t inspire great confidence

There’ll only be a past for their future

Breaths of fresh air clean me of the unkind

but for how much longer?

Twiddling your thumbs only leaves

contusions and confusion

for everyone else in the room

A sulking sky won’t supply

the fossil fuels that are

worth their weight in gold

Glazed coal but truth be told

it's a thirst that hurts Her

Theres a beauty in the belief of the illusion of a lie

Passed in speech an automatic reply

‘It’ll be grand’

My actions are meaningless

but Mindfulness has served me well

Claiming my apprehension is apprehending your goals is ignorant

Dreams are best dressed with common sense

Constructing new buildings

is only decorating your gravestone

Gaia’s tears won't wash away your mistakes

not anymore

Your legacy is a liability to their chance

An advanced world with a primitive mindset

Her dazzling diversity depletes

Fuel that doesn't make ends meet

Only when crisis calls

and spotlight highlights

the faults in your flaws

do you take action

Expectations nonetheless

the bar is on the floor

A natural reaction to welcome the distractions

as they come and pass much like the time we have left

She can't wait much longer.
 
By Charlotte MacDonnell

Published in The Sunday Times 13 December 2020