Hidebound humans should have harkened
to Marie-Antoinette who said:
'Let them eat cake! ' but instead
'let them eat grass.' My insight's darkened.
Soon I'll be bound, they, in their turn,
by climate change climactic will
find Fukushima overspill
send them to hell where there they'll burn.
Pity deserve who pity serve
and mankind is not kind at all,
hang, draw, and slaughter them I call,
cut bully from bone, from hidebound muscle, nerve.
(5 April 2012)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Graphically poetic...and i'm likin' it fine....~FjR~