The Coming Winds. Poem by David Wood

Oh the young
I feel so sorry for them.

They study - for what?
Exams messed by Covid.

Covid now robs them.
Later Brexit queues form
Of hundreds of CV's sent out.

Bodies worn trying
Minds frayed.
Failed accomplishments.

The coming winds
A Greek tragedy
All for what?

Plodding from interview
To interview, if they are lucky.

After Brexit comes climate change
All change again.
With ice caps melting.
Biodiversity trashed.

Global warming too soon
The pain of oceans with
Marine life consuming plastic
Carelessly cast off by us.

Old jobs fade
New ones out of reach.

Within touching distance
Yet miles away.

Youth now morphed into
Old age too soon.

The glass once full of hope
Now empty despair.

Who is to blame?
The older generation?
Waging wars both
Industrial and military?

Rampant capitalism?
A lust for profit at any expense
With mass over production.

Yet it is their own children
Now suffering, then their children
Oblivious now, but following on.

Profit on profit on profit must end
It has led mankind astray.
That could cost mankind his
Very survival.