No Time for Weeping

[From my Journalistic Poetry file:  an excerpt from a post from April 2, 2017]

Autumn Dawn by James Jordan

No Time for Weeping

I can see the day

When trees will weep for spring

And oceans will mourn 

As waves break upon silent shores.

On this day, however, 
There is no time for weeping.

As long as geese continue to take flight

We live with hope.

While the tiger roams the forests 

We find security in life's foothold.

When dragonflies skirt the waters

And trout swim the streams

We can enjoy the journey set forth

Ten thousand years ago.

In the interest of life

We must resist oil barons

And industrial magnates

When they seek to ramp up outmoded practices

That will increase environmental toxins.

When executive order

Sneers at fresh Yosemite air

And disregards the Appalachian quail,

Those who care for life

Will appeal to sound minds and nurturing spirits.

For those who remember acid rain

And watched when Lake Erie caught fire

There is no time for weeping;

There is only time for action.

The promise of a dollar
In exchange for smokestacks, 
Smog and dirty water
Is a fool's bargain.
Feeding the oil-ridden industrial machine
Invites death's entrenchment.

There is no time for weeping

As long as there is a chance

To prevent the tears

Of our great grandchildren.
Vigilance today
Will keep life in the world tomorrow.

                                                   

                                                                                                  ~ CK

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