On the turbulent financially-driven world we have created:

A dog won't sense the pointlessness of politics and power
A bird won't feel when markets reel as investor's moods turn sour
The fieldmouse creeps, the rabbit hops but neither will ask why
We're ruining our planet with the planes that scar our sky

An ocean deep, not our domain, is home to fish and more
Who think and feel and hear and touch with emotions to their core
What right have we to change their world, bring suffering and pain?
With whose permission do we kill them once and over again?

We were but simple creatures like the rest who knew their place
With food and shelter, living well in harmony with their space
So now we're wise, but no we're not, our knowledge is a vice
That hides the point of life, survival not at any price

There are lessons all about us if we care to look around
Right now were driving blinkered, going headlong into the ground
That change must come is known to most, the question to be asked
Is if we're thinking further than our very own personal past?

To sweep aside the structure of our world would be most brave
To not do so will surely soon be sending us to our grave
The greed of life has taken the perspective from our eyes
To put things in relation, to carefully prioritise

The ones in power have no honest interest in a pact
That sees them undermined, their strength dimished in an act
So from the top we'll see no change that puts us on the track
To do what must be done and give our planet its life back

© 2008, David J. Jayne


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On the storms of our changing climate:

The wind brings back our sins
Listen up and hear its tale
False investment's just not 'in'
'Cause survival's not for sale

Our mistakes bring down the trees
It's a prediction with our name
Our lives swept away in the breeze
How long can we remain?

Real wealth's not in our banks
It's what we do and know
And there are never any thanks
For not letting people grow.

Our messenger's here to greet
Warning us to back up now
Along this two-way street
Or forever to take a bow

It's still a two-way street, but not for long
The ones that can have got to change their song
To those left in the rain.

If we do it right, we can live alright
But if we don't ... it won't be long
... until we never hear the wind again.

© 2008, David J. Jayne