foolery

The fool knows that the moon will rise

and carry light across the skies,

he thinks perhaps one day it might

decide to flee and leave the night.

He wouldn’t blame it if it chose

to roll its eyes and spite its nose

and leave the orbit of the earth

in search of other planets where

it didn’t have to witness man

do all the things he thinks he can

and all the things he knows are wrong

are captured in the full moons song….

Deluded by the stories told

of reckless power and rampant gold

and gods which gave the gift of fire

to a naked ape with blind desire,

whose  appetites of ceaseless plunder

generate an endless hunger

finding ways to be unclever

disregarding warning weather,

squandering the gifts of gaia

pushing profits ever higher

wasting more than numbers tell and

building debts within the swell of

useless tat from wild invention

resource spent creating tension

feedback felt in escalation

green hearts feeling deep frustration.

This the fool considers such – 

we’ve gone beyond a bit too much

and into realms of way beyond….

he waits to see the moon respond.

He waits and in his waiting dreams

of future time where laser beams

of lucid knowledge shine upon

the face of earth and turn it on

to realise we need to change

priorities and rearrange

the ways we find to coexist

or fail and say farewell…..