by Bridget Belgrave
There are many
sadnesses to face
Many long threads
to trace
How each day we
walked towards this
Unaware of the cost
of our bliss
Heavy ignorance
Has come at a price
What now is the
meaning
Of being nice
Nice to our
families
Nice to our friends
When we’re nice
Are we fuelling
frightening ends
The tearing and
baring
Of soil and rock
The ripping of
forests
The oceans in shock
From the acid we
generate
Every time
We start up an
engine
Or keep our house
warm
Our ‘nice’ has no
meaning
Unless we are sure
We’ll reverse our
behaviour
Accept less is more
Find a new niceness
That figures out
how
To consider the
climate
Close family now.
When what we
consider
As morally right
Includes low
emissions
Then our step will
be light.
©
Bridget Belgrave 2009
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