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Resource Management.

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English Poetry, Uncategorized

The bark-less, bleaching skeletal trees,
Raise their branches to the sky in agony,
As a wheezing wind wails its lament.

The government health warning lies ignored,
Beneath the countless layers of ash,
As a wheezing wind wails its lament.

Wells run dry and rivers flow toxic,
While throats and fields are ever parched,
As a wheezing wind wails its lament.

Roads and ditches slice through the land,
Where dust and gas swirl to a dirge,
As a wheezing wind wails its lament.

Still to the cities the masses flock,
Stacked in blocks or to dump discarded,
As a wheezing wind wails its lament.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              ©Copyright Fergus Carty 2011

5 Comments

  1. Hi
    Yet again in ghazal mode the refrain of ‘ As a wheezing wind wails its lament .’ as the poet derides the misuse of resources .
    very relevant to our times where cities choke and men smoke .
    sarala

  2. medhini says:

    This beautiful poem emphasises
    the necessity of safeguarding the
    environment,Gion (Fergus)

  3. saurabh says:

    I love the name. It is such a nifty pointer at how we, the self proclaimed managers of earth have faired pathetic!

    18 lines: I could never imagine such crisp summary of apocalypse that we bring upon ourselves. The almost photographic imagery:

    Raise their branches to the sky in agony,
    As a wheezing wind wails its lament.

    Roads and ditches slice through the land

    Especially nice is:
    Stacked in blocks or to dump discarded

    I always wondered how buildings have started resembling chicken coups!

  4. Vishvnand says:

    Very beautiful and intensely meaningful poem and more so the title. The situation is indeed very pathetic with no curtailment or corrective actions in view
    I wonder what is the Modern Management so boasted about as being taught to top notch students in prestigious management schools if the most important of all resources continues to be not only mis-managed but speedily and dangerously doomed.

    Kudos for the poem
    Stars 5 +++

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