Killing The Environment In Bits Poem by segun Johnson Ozique

Killing The Environment In Bits



I have pondered how to tell this to the world?
How best to make them listen?
How to make them see?
To make them know?
Get them to pay attention?
How to poke, prude and jolt them from their ease?
How much decimal to up my shrill to be heard?

I wondered to make the world know-today’s disasters was yester years planted
When desertification, blasts, was made to eat the hills, grasslands and risings
Barrenness tolerated to sleep side by side our seas and lands
And the birds in flight yanked, raped and impregnated with
Toxic and hybridise germ-cell that at present has hatched
Propagating, spreading all sorts’ disasters of unnaturalness
To places where no one thought it could possibly fan-out

I mused on how to make the world make out as I have
That it was, is that ceaseless drilling of our pot of black oil
That it was, is that mega careless hacking of the trees
That it was, is, that persistent chase and plague of the seas;
The embattlement, carnage done daily and with devices of doom
That is today, as would be tomorrow, ours and offspring’s’ woes and troubles:
Having weighed my telling options, here I write, to a world myopic by greed?

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