I’m just back from three weeks in Denmark and France, the first time I’ve travelled overseas since the onset of the pandemic; in fact, I’ve barely left Queensland.
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With every bit of plastic
The system’s weighted down.
With every mile driven
How red-faced grows the clown.
Too close, too close
To the sun we fly.
Too tall we build the structures;
They’ve grown just way too high.
Collapse is laughing , whirling, spinning,
Collapse is dancing a merry jig
On every moneyed tower
That’s wobbling and swaying
Above our smiling faces
Until it all comes crashing down.
And from the tiny pieces
We can but hope
Humanity’s still able
To sing a little note.
Collapse
With every bit of plastic
The system’s weighted down.
With every mile driven
How red-faced grows the clown.
Too close, too close
To the sun we fly.
Too tall we build the structures;
They’ve grown just way too high.
Collapse is laughing , whirling, spinning,
Collapse is dancing a merry jig
On every moneyed tower
That’s wobbling and swaying
Above our smiling faces
Until it all comes crashing down.
And from the tiny pieces
We can but hope
Humanity’s still able
To sing a little note.