Food for Thought

On a tiny rock formation
Somewhere in The Milky Way,
Lived a small, futile creation
With a fair amount to say.

Evolution took it over,
When the planet was but young
When its beings were still sober,
Glinting, newborn in their sun.

Violence, greed, destructive minds
All still separated,
But then currency was born.
Its force was underrated.

Those four properties together
Gave us what we all should fear,
No sharing, love, co-operation,
Just a massive love of beer.

After a while, the wastage and trash
Became a sloppy, stinking mash.
With only one care (that was the lottery)

Their world sank deep in emotional poverty.
You may wonder about the fate
Of such a dreadful place
But look around you and you’ll see
The answer in your neighbour’s face.

You see, although you may not know it
That world is where you live right now,
Just read a ‘News Paper’ like ‘The Sun’ –
You’ll read the fate of everyone.

Devolved back into mindless slime
Slobbed in armchairs all the time
Trying really hard to glimpse the telly
Over a seething bile-filled belly.

You can never turn back time
But take a lesson from The News at Nine;
Next time you hear of a bomb (or worse)
Think “It could have been me inside that hearse!”

Take some time to think about it
Start to do something worth while
Then when the whole world is falling
You can think and give a smile.

You’ll think, “I wasn’t taken in by greed!
I saw and then I planted a seed.
It grew, I loved it, cared and fed,
Now the fruit is in my head!”

You don’t have to take my advice,
But I think that in the end
You’ll agree that it is best
To have a life you managed to mend.