Sunday, March 25, 2007


The bigger we are, the smaller we get,
the richer we are, the deeper in debt,
red is blue, and yellow is green,
things are not always what they seem.

What does life mean, what is life for?
What does it mean to break the law?
Who decides what’s right and wrong?
Where are the answers for which we long?

A fragile species is what we are,
we cannot run or jump too far,
but think we can and think we will,
forgetting to pay the increasing bill.

For payment will become due,
when all our deeds accrue,
the balance sheet will decide,
whether or not we survive.

The forests gone, the air is stale,
no more minerals left for sale,
empty seas, and barren lands,
is the earth safe in our hands?

Alan Howe

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