van Gogh wrote: ‘The conscience
is a man’s compass.’ Our compass broke,
we have no common sense or sentience,
and Earth is barely turning – into a bad joke.
We harvest palm oil and rainforests choke,
oceans on this so-called blue planet
are drowning in a mass of plastic,
and fur-coated men grin as polar ice
melts into the background of selfies.
Who can fix the compass, point us
in the right direction to a clean world,
where bicycle bells tinkle on a cool breeze?
Kim M. Russell, 13th June 2020
A re-write of a poem from July 2019 for earthweal open link weekend