The Crucifixion of Our True Nature

My former partner was a painter and he painted a tree nailed to a cross. I wrote this poem and together we gave them to David Suzuki. In truth, we crucify ourselves by our blindness.

THE CRUCIFIXION OF NATURE

Crucifixion
the human addiction,
massacred, uprooted and retired in waste,
cast aside in favour of the newest taste.

The steel edifice,
constructed out of place,
the crossroad of industrialisation
welded the superior race,
the redistribution of energy,
remodelled the evolutionary face.

Raw materials,
the inputs to production,
infinite resources,
lay foundation to construction,
where growth is extraction,
consumption is distraction,
keeping busy are you occupied,
don’t be lazy,
don’t be tired,
now your retrenched,
but your really fired.

Searching for the key,
you pray on bended knee,
look for the hole,
look for the gap,
have the courage to change
the global map,
listen to the truth,
find your inner power,
the soft is the strong,
the strong is so weak,
balance is the solution,
that we must teach.