In November 2010, I had wanted to take part in the Blogblast for Peace 2010.
Internet problems had me locked out for about a week. I had wanted to post a poem which I wrote six years ago.
Don’t tell the children
What we’ve done to our planet
Now bare and black.
Don’t tell the children
The valley was lush and green
Insects buzzing, and
Wild Flowers growing in the fields,
Burn those pictures
Of Dolphins, Tigers, Birds and Otters.
So they cannot be missed.
Throw away your old fishing rod
The rivers are empty and dark
Never let them know
How we loved fluffy, furry pets
Robots are not the same.
They will never want to fly
No birds to inspire,
No sense of freedom in the air.
No more forest walks, nor trips down to the seaside.
The Woods are poisoned, the beach eroded
the sea polluted and burns the skin.
They won’t get to know the joy of childbirth
Intimacy is non-existent
In cloning the perfect child.
Let them live in innocence
Of how the world was once
Before we took control.
by Yoke Daams.
2004.
