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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=424987" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ecology II</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ecology II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cycles some would modify<br>could cull all promise from the future, <br>kill aqua flora, fin and feather.<br>Supersonic trails in sky –<br>a risk one cannot quantify -<br>distorting winds and weather.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Climates change and cultures die, <br>currents warm mankind defy<br>as seas rise to highest levels ever<br>and livid coral reefs bone dry.<br>Watershed threat carbon di! <br>On politicians who’d rely? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pollutions [sp]ills some fools deny<br>when lobbies rich requalify<br>risks in an endeavour<br>to twist statistics you and I<br>investigate as tension high<br>takes us beyond all tether.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dangers dire as any lie<br>upon mankind which turns blind eye<br>to threats that all together<br>should meet before too late to cry.<br>The question is not whether<br>but when much land today still dry<br>will seasink beneath leaden sky –<br>beware tomorrow’s weather! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">© Jonathan ROBIN robi3_1006 written 6 August 1977</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Ecology<br> <br> <br>Pollution and spillage, <br>plunder, rape, pillage, <br>Earth’s face is turned.<br>Earth’s beauty burned<br>Earth’s shame discerned<br>in climatic warning...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In city and village, <br>factory, tillage, <br>Man’s pride is spurned, <br>Man’s ashes urned, <br>Man dust returned<br>with climactic mo[u]rning.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">© Jonathan ROBIN Poem robi3_0049 13 December 1975</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ecology III </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pelagic Complaint The Gull’s Reply</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Petrel’s plumes in air, Detergent curd, vile sea, <br>petrol’s fumes on sea; tern turning through the air; <br>a letter, here or there, - submergent bird I’ll be, -<br>what difference to me? all to you, I do swear! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Petrol pours on sea, Erne, earnest, swoops from sky, <br>petrel soars in sky; soiled Skuas slick-stick sea; <br>a vowel, ‘O’ or ‘E’, - Oiled Fulmars homeward fly, -<br>mmall difference! I sigh! All difference to me! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Petrel flying high, Thick petrol rings I spy, <br>oil on ocean water; seep from listing tanker; <br>for any shoaling fry slick sickening squid and I, -<br>the odds on life grow shorter! Eternity, remember! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">© Jonathan ROBIN robi3_1007 written 6 August 1977</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O Hush Baby Tory</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O hush baby Tory, Ecology’s ‘in”, <br>and industry’s excess will sanction as sin, -<br>all enterprise, private or public, must see<br>advantages saving the seal and the sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Green power could capture the red, white, and blue, <br>lean hours for poor Thatcher and all of her crew, -<br>the Future must settle the Past’s spendthrift spree, <br>what kilowatts wasted, what lost energy! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beware, though pollution once sped profits’ rise, <br>acid rains and dioxide now blanket the skies, <br>while French leave’s been taken by birds and by bees, <br>with AIDS round the corner, - Love’s no longer free! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With Tchernobyl cooking though four years have fled, <br>who knows w[h]att reaction may come to a head, -<br>the hole in the ozone could soon prove to be<br>a threat to humanity, Maggie and me! </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>© Jonathan ROBIN robi3_0167_scot3_0004 parody Sir Walter Scott Lullaby on an Infant Chief written 25 April 1990</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jonathan+Robin">Jonathan Robin</a><div class=q>
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Cycles some would modify
could cull all promise from the future, 
kill aqua flora, fin and feather.
Supersonic trails in sky –
a risk one cannot quantify -
distorting winds and weather.

Climates change and cultures die, 
currents wa..."></div>
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