Changing tides

Frequent Storms, more have they been,
Now where the sun grows strong
The time when we can hide away has gone on for too long

Expose to all the reality of what there is to be
What will become of this old world
When there is only one last tree

There is some hope, of course there is
Its not the end at all
but those who control and own the most
want power even more

And blinded by this love of power and blinded by their greed
They do not see the struggling souls trying to meet their every need

The crying orphan without a home and cuddles to keep warm
The hungry child holds its mothers hand,
with no means to grow food on taken lands.

They do not matter to them you see, as from them there is no profit
Not unless they need more workers to pay a pittance to
While they reap all the benefits

And so it goes on, what will become,
of this old world then?

Of course, there is some hope one day
That those in power will see,  though it may be far too late
When they gaze on that last tree
Then stillness, and a silence may reign

Updates

Well, this isn`t a new poem, Its one I put up on youtube nearly 6 years ago.

A lot of the poems on my channel look painfully awful, I think I may have to go through them and delete a few, but this one doesn`t seem too bad, especially as I don’t consider myself as a gifted poet, I am just someone who has an interest, and I enjoy trying to be one.

This one is about Caldey Island, just off the coast of Tenby,  home to a monastery of Cistercian monks and a few Islanders.

Very peaceful place, and even if you are not religious or a non believer it is still a pretty awe inspiring place to visit.  Its very strange to be there and to not hear any traffic or  any of the noises that modern life has, it really is like being back in time, I guess that’s what 200 years ago sounded like, though instead of traffic, you would hear horses hooves, which is a lot more pleasant if you ask me.