Global Warning Poem by SPC Kellaway

Here’s to the people who starve and toil
The homeless child in threadbare clothes
An aging granny with lonely eyes

Here’s to the people who we soon forget
The gaunt young man with his awkward gait
The blind old man locked in his house

Here’s to their suffering and their loss of life
We know they are there but the’re out of sight

Here’s to the family grieving for their son
The drugs that maim and shatter and stun
The girl in the cheap skirt selling herself

Here’s to those who have no hope
The woman with numbered days remaining
A rotting corpse forgotten at home

Here’s to the pain and the stark depression
Empty eyes no longer crying
Born into squalor and no escape

Here’s to those fighting and dieing
For good, bad or indifferent causes

Here’s to a future if you have one