"So proud of my 12 yr old grandson, Kaydn, and wanted to share this slam poem he wrote for his school assessment. This is the kind of direct, honest, and earnest conversations the world really needs right now. If my generation had had the simple clarity and insight Kaydn is showing, at his age, then maybe we wouldn't be in the strife we now find ourselves.. Kaydn you rock!️"
ENOUGH
by
Kaydn
All you want is to make more money
But your forgetting about the bees to make the honey
As all the animals are dying all we want is to keep buying
Nobody knows, nobody cares,
Give me more money it’s for good things I swear
That’s what we say, then what -
cigarettes, barrettes and business mindsets
Do you know how many nukes have been detonated …..?
2056, and now there’s homes that cannot be fixed
But not our homes, no we’re too precious
Let’s do it in this place, there’s nobody here
Except for the birds, snakes, lizards and deer
Empty wastelands and barren landscapes
But that’s just some of things killing the world
Let’s talk about plastic, it’s fantastic, keeps everything neat and tidy
It’s the almighty, but what happens to it once it leaves our homes
Where does it go, do you know? Dumps, then rivers and creeks, and it roams
Fish, turtles, squid and the unknown
Every single piece of plastic our so-called wondrous machines create
Is still out there whether it be recycled or in a turtles mouth
Do you really care? Is anything in the world really fair??
Will anything be out there if we don’t decide to care?!
My life and yours, every single animal from
bones to tombstones
What will we have left but plastic to show?
And there we will sit in a pile of shit
As we wonder what happened to our blooming planet
And why we’re so sick,
Although our pile of mess looks so thick
There is still a chance for us to fix it
We’ve built rockets that went to the moon
And have day trips to space happening soon
Our resources are like horses for courses we make
Pleasure domes rather than sustainable homes
Let’s not build fancy shiny things that rust in a heap
Let’s plant trees that keep our air sweet
They give us oxygen so we can breathe air
Not c02 that could poison a koala bear
Consider cradle to grave not one use only
Our mother earth is dying slowly……
Grow our crops and vote for good meat
We need green so that we may eat
Open your eyes, let your hearts feel
ENOUGH IS ENOUGH
……..This destruction is REAL……
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