World Environment Day Poem by David N. Munene

Whenever the winds past my face blow
One nostril chokes at the stench too
Rarely am I at fault; it is those afar
Lawmakers, my president, and all
Dare I mention me in the herd!

Everything that goes wrong I stare
Nothing will I do; I am clean
Venomous verdicts I see on TV,
Ideas I have and keep kill the kiwi
Rarely do I even report a poacher
Obstruction of destruction is not my motto
Neither is initiating personal or collective action
Mainly, I think activism is hooliganism
Explaining why I take a passive role
Negating that which kills me with a spin
Totally ignorant of environmental derangement

Drought and famine will leave me dead
And yet I let them uproot my cassava
Yawn! I will live to remember this day