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Nature's Gift Of Green ©

Paul Murdoch
Alexandria, Scotland

Unaware of hooks and knives that cut beneath the skin,
Minutia-laden membranes protect the life within.
Hold fast ye barricades of life and fight this evil curse,
That blurs the fragile margins between our gold and rust.

It cares not for our children. It spits on them and us,
Relentless and impervious it shatters any trust.
In Socrates we look for hope and know it cannot last,
This scourge of generations that holds us in its grasp.

One day we'll find the cure-for-all that stared us in the face,
The one that lived amongst us, escaped the human race.
Encapsulated chlorophyll that hides in every leaf,
Will free us from these demons that strangle our belief.

Our kelp-encrusted oceans will lap against our shores,
And yield a thousand chances to close a thousand doors,
Against the ones that hold us down, we have to look again,
As every fern and shoot and leaf may hide a cure within.

Dig deep and probe the strands of life that bind us one and all,
And find the simple answers before our legions fall.
Release us from the silent curse that preys on everyone,
Who savours any joy we have or dances in the sun.

I know we don't deserve it, a chance to live again.
But ask a son or mother, a father or a friend.
As one by one we realise, we may be next in line
I hope that nature's gift of green will buy us some more time.

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