Black Ribbons Poem by Isaac Abrahams

We speed forth on black ribbons
guided by nameboards
and figures that tells
how far it still is
our eyes fixed on the end point coming
just a fleeting moment
we look left and right
to the mirrors that informs us
of what is behind
and by accident
we notice the grass and the trees
the river that flows
on its way through mountains and hills
that breaks up the landscape
and we have already passed by
the buck or baboon
when we realise it was there
and speeds over the small animal
which was to slow to give way
and we hardly look back
as we speed on our way on black ribbons
our eyes fixed closely on the endpoint nearing
as iron horses under the hood
speeds forth with fire under their hooves
as we sit locked up
in boxes made with plastic and steel
as we speed forth on black ribbons
to forests build with concrete and steel
and flowers that lights up black ribbons at night
and yet we gladly pay
bags of money
to enjoy nature and her beauty
the animals in the veld
and breath in a beautiful sunset
in expensive nature reserves…