Fallen Angels
A river of animals moving through African dust
With drought left behind and migration a must
With drought left behind and migration a must
A seasonal migration for survival come what may
With Darwinian culling frequent along the way
Human survival based on choice not genetics
A subtly different process with different kinetics
We journey through time with diminishing diversions,
Without any leaders and with human imperfections
A widening gap between ourselves and reality
Our chosen recipe for globalised insanity
A widening gap between a culture of greed
And those who cannot satisfy basic human need
Our journey a rat race of corrupt acquisition
With egos and agendas a mockery of evolution
With egos and agendas a mockery of evolution
Of chief psychopaths who cannibalize family along the
way
And screw human lemmings for profit and play
We should protect what is ours from establishment
clones,
cavemen and bullies and sycophantic drones
No time to be nice, no patience with fools
We must dump personal baggage and try to craft rules…
To leave shallow waters, leave the selfish behind
Absorb a tapestry of cultures on our journey through
time
Share if not one language then global peace as a goal
Navigate homeward and resurrect our soul
Campbell Macfarlane was born in Scotland and have lived in South Africa since 1975. A retired doctor of biochemistry, he has an interest in stem cells, evolution, writing poetry and plays and making movies.
Thank you Amitabh,
ReplyDeleteWe have lost our soul, yes, and this is powerfully expressed by McFarlane.
He is echoing Ian McCallum who reminds us of the animal in our self, dying.
Have you approached McCallum for a contribution to your book?
Many Thanks Marina
ReplyDeleteI would love to have the poetry of Ian McCallum