Over the Horizon

Things which occur beyond the horizon disturb me, Jane.
Why should I care? Why should I darken such a day,
When birds are singing and the air is cool? The coffee
You have made is good. Our daughter's daughter
Toddles on the lawn beneath some scolding squirrels.
All the trees and shrubs are lush. There are no snakes
Nearby to tempt us to destroy this paradise..., but look
What looms, far off, unseen. A dying nation writhes
In pain, its talons turned upon itself, its patrimony IOUs,
Its children sent to slaughter others who, in time, must
Slaughter us. We're too old now to fear the future,
But I worry what will drift this way to harm that
Little girl.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-05-29 at 13:47

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
My feelings exactly! How can we not care about what is over the horizon? Often, when I sit outside in the mornings and hear the birds chirping, the lushness of the trees, the roar of the ocean, the cool breeze blowing, I feel I am in paradise and I enjoy those moments but with full awareness that we are enjoying a dying planet and that there are children who will be condemned to live in what we have left for them! The heart has to be moved for them. And people keep on having children, which surprises me and I wonder if I should congratulate them or cry.