OUR ENVIRONMENT: A Poetic Portrait.

Our environment defines us. It’s the tiny invisible id that tags us.

As we evolve in our daily endeavours, we are categorised unknowingly by this seemingly silent but very important cohort.

 

Howbeit that something as vital as this, has been treated with much disdain with time.

Our environment for so long has been polluted with so much.

 

We pollute the air-waves with all kinds of discordant tunes. Honks of vehicular movement, blasts of musical gyrations, echoes of religious and sentimental attachments.

We daily degrade this seemingly silent and accommodating cohort:

The environment.

 

But is this our neighbour really silent? Though obviously accommodating, is she really numb and quiet?

Our waters are vilely, because the rivers and oceans have been tainted with frivolous concoctions of no further industrial relevance.

 

For ages we have collectively littered and scattered filth in our neighbourhoods.

 

We encourage pollution of gaseous fumes, inhaling alongside our seemingly silent neighbour; the environment.

 

Who cares? Who sees her? Who takes ear to her plight?

Who is constantly championing campaigns in defence of her batter?

She needs love and care in other to be better, because her wounds are quite bitter.

 

Industries daily inject her with various kinds and grades of toxins, in guise of proffering developmental solutions to problems involving us all.

 

We nod our heads in consent as we relax in our air-conditioned living.

Failure to realise her presence, is indeed failing to recognise her existence.

The cohort that marks us, that defines us and gives us our being.

 

Our environment needs more love and care. We ought to cater for her with more zest. To protect her very old and fragile skin. She needs all the love and attention we can gather, because she is the one who draws us all together.

 

She nurses and nurtures both the old and the young; she caters for all dead and alive, wild and mild, bound and free, seen and unseen, man and beast.

With love she does this all regardless of whom, what, when and why.

Yet her painful demise we obliviously design, carve and craft.

Her funeral we have plotted from the very beginning with our care-less strides of invention.

And now we find ourselves caught in this painful depleting divide.

 

Do you see her now? Do you perceive the pitiful stench of her aged pain?

Can you recognize this cohort? Has it sunk in yet? The recklessness of our present plight.

 

 The reality of our gloomy and pale coexistence with the cohort.

The reality of this pungent call for immediate intervention.

 

 

Enough of the lip service. Enough of the delinquent praise singing.

Let us act now to save an accommodating cohort. The environment.

 To save the custodian of our collective identity, the breeder of our being.

Let us join hands to repair and heal our environment, because we only have but one environment to live in.

 

...REPAIR THE ENVIRONMENT!! HEAL THE PLANET!!!

 

-         Presidor. O. Sam’Sawyer.