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The conservationist turns to the economist and says,
“This old growth forest is sustaining the health of everyone’s fresh air.”
The lumber businessman turns to the economist and says,
“If I chop down that old forest, I’ll sell the lumber and use the money to go on holiday where the air is fresh.”
The farmer turns to the economist and says,
“If the forest is chopped down, I’ll buy the land and plant potatoes, which grow and make profit, and then I’ll go on holiday where the air is fresh.”
The economist looks at the group who are talking at them and says,
“I’m not wasting my air listening to you mob for free, it’s $1000 per hour to present your wealth creation ideas to me.”
The conservationist guffaws and slaps their face, then says,
“People, if all the forests get chopped down, there won’t be any fresh air at any holiday place.”
The lumber businessman, farmer and economist bash the conservationist to death and smile as they agree,
“Well now that conservationist is dead there is more fresh air for the lot of us, so let’s apply for rights to chop down the old forest.”
In the dark shadows of the old growth forest an indigenous magician smiles whilst they think,
“In another thousand or so years all the trees will be cut down and then I won’t have to keep coming back to life as those damned old trees, getting tickled by the critters crawling all over me is so frustrating.”
An ant agrees with their ant work mate that it’s all quite perplexing and they both get back to work on aerating their nest.
Back at the secret womans’ site, the three wives of the indigenous magician sit around a small smoking fire. The eldest one, currently living in the youngest body speaks,
“This argument has gone on long enough, when we planted that forest all those millennia ago, He told me He preferred a desert there and looks like He’s going to get his way in about a 1000 years.”
The oldest looking one nods her head in agreement as she indicates,
“Time flies so quickly here on Earth, can we get back to the dreaming now?”
The middle aged one, the wisest of the three in these matters speaks,
“Not so hastily girls, those ants make a good point, let’s feel about that for a while.”
The Minka Bird perched on a nearby branch sharpens its’ beak, recalling the taste of ant.
by david jarvis spring day 14, 2022.
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DonateDonate monthlyDonate yearlyThe love of roads and mines,
of greyed highwayed lanes,
of manicured plantations and barren plains.
Booze running in their veins
Bigots fighting black and white
streams filled with urine and shit.
We know it but do not share it,
our shame kept so private.
I detest urbanised country
its blocks of monstrosities,
of square concrete jungles
asphalt and wanton cruelties.
I hate her cramped horizons,
I hate her chlorinated pools,
Her ugliness and leaders’ apathies
This grey hard city is not for me!
Old forests cut for quick dollars
A tradegy of the fool,
Open pit mines and their scars,
Coal and gas gushing to the moon.
Rubbish infesting our sacred bush,
Where now camels and cats rule,
with cattle and sheep spoiling
once fertile soft red soil.
Core profits and corporations
Stealing your childrens’ wealth
New toys substituted for family health.
We feel ourselves dying
Amid the smoggy air rising
pollutants entering our young ones
twisting their precious minds and genome
whilst the war drums beat accelerando
and the seas coral fade morendo.
Core profits and corporations,
lands of the cursed opals,
For climate change, covid and bushfires
insurers will not fully pay our locals.
Behind closed skyscraper doors
Across million dollar tables;
Can we hear them rubbing their paws
With thoughts of rising profits enabled?
A convict culture country
prosperity bought by thieves.
Stolen generations and lost dignities
with working people on their knees.
In the thirsty front bars
be wary of your drunken gazes
avoid the smoking tars
reject pokies taking your wages.
Though our planet has much beauty
she is deteriorating rapidly.
I know some only pretend to care,
and that is why I share
this story of Australia not so fair.
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