To the Children of Takaimura
The world is going to end soon, my husband likes to say,
For the people that inhabit earth will make it go away.
The mother’s fury, the children’s rage, too powerful to deny,
Will consume us and exhume us and soon will make us fly.
Today I might believe him, might give credence to his call,
For in this world, we justify the means to it all.
We forget our fragile mother when we focus on her strength,
It would be wiser to ponder if our actions give her length.
The children of Chernobyl and those of Three Mile Isle,
Are joined now by another group who cannot ever smile.
Wake the children, let them out, it cannot be too soon,
Look above us there is rising a beautiful new moon.
Our mother is crying softly, how can it be that you can’t hear?
Listen very carefully, or we might just disappear.
I wrote this poem over 10 years ago after a nuclear accident in Japan, but with recent events in the Gulf of Mexico I have been thinking of it again. This disaster scares me. The fragile balance between consumer’s needs and nature’s ecosystem has been disrupted. I have no faith in our government to handle this crisis. How much longer can this continue before the scales are tipped to a point that life in the Gulf will be forever changed? How can we do this to our Earth, our home, our children’s home? I am scared. What are you doing to decrease reliance on oil? For not only is this BP’s problem, this is our problem too.