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FOR THE FLICK OF A SWITCH                    

 

Weep willow weep

For even as you sleep

Man and his machine

Will steal your river

And you will wake to find

You’re crying in the desert

 

Damn you man, go to the sun

For your power

Reap the wind

Harness the ocean

But leave me in peace

Let me be

 

Strange said the swan

I’d this impression

That this lake was mine

Generations have pasted

Now you say I am the last

 

Damn you man, go to the sun

For your power

Just for the flick of a switch

You will take all this beauty

Turn it into a ditch

 

The swallow flew up

He yawned, he was bored

He’d seen it all before

The willow has wept

The mountain has slept

The river has rushed to the ocean

For years, shed no tears

The mighty have power

But the mighty they fall

And the meek inherit the earth

 

By Joy Faulkner

 

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Author’s note: Don’t know what part of the cranium some of these poems fell out of. I am no greenie and have no time for the bunch of trendy lefties that are running the world these days. I can only imagine that they are very successful brainwashers J

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These poems are the intellectual property of the author. Joy Faulkner