My Daughter's Earth
'our fucking dreams are fucking dashed'
the fucking trees are fucking stumps
the fucking oceans are fucking dumps
the fucking plants are fucking weeds
the fucking planet fucking bleeds
the fucking laws are fucking dearth
welcome to my daughter's Earth
the fucking air's fucking thick
the fucking soil's fucking sick
the fucking forests are fucking slashed
our fucking dreams are fucking dashed
the fucking water's fucking black
the fucking world gives fucking jack
the fucking cities are fucking jammed
the fucking rivers are fucking dammed
the fucking fish are fucking eaten
the fucking wilds are fucking beaten
the fucking place is fucking heaving
seven billion humans fucking needing
the fucking horizon's fucking hazy
the fucking weather's fucking crazy
the fucking system's fucking broke
the fucking policies - a fucking joke
no one heeds the fucking warning
the fucking climate's fucking warming
a fucking billion have fucking nought
fucking democracy is fucking bought
fucking tellies spew fucking wank
fucking corporations own the fucking bank
the fucking West is fucking fat
buying useless shit is where it's fucking at
the fucking schools are fucking pathetic
the fucking news is fucking synthetic
the fucking churches are fucking insane
the fucking economists are fucking inane
the fucking pundits are fucking liars
the fucking denialists are for fucking hire
the fucking goddies are fucking knobs
the fucking rich are fucking slobs
the fucking pollies are fucking weak
the fucking future's fucking bleak
so for whatever the fuck it's worth...
you fuckers destroyed my daughter's Earth
Inspired by John Cooper Clarke's Evidently Chickentown (a poem using repeated profanity to convey a sense of futility and exasperation) and Brian Miller's Definitely Picking Time.
Corey Bradshaw is a Professor of Global Ecology at Flinders University.
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First poem I've read in years (maybe decades) that seemed like it was worth the trouble it took to write. I'm sorry you had to write this, but glad that you did. Thank you.
Rage against the dying light.
Tho
Be well.