When the world slowed…

The church bells sound,
Their routine remains unaltered.
Marking off the hours,
Though everything else has faltered.

Chalkboards slowly gather dust,
Empty swings creak with the wind.
Eeriness seeps in and spreads,
As freedoms sharply rescind.

Empty buses hurtle past,
Winding down empty streets.
Where people used to gather,
Remain now only empty seats.

People wait in lines,
Keeping distance like they’re told.
Nervous glances passed about,
Attempts to protect the old.

A silent killer lurks among us,
Against whom a war is being waged.
But this enemy is elusive,
He refuses to be caged.

So the people all stay locked inside,
They hunker down and pray.
They cling to hope and watch and wait,
For this killer to be slayed.

This slowed world will spin again,
The gears will find their traction.
At some point ‘most everything
Will return to action.

But how it will look
Is yet unclear.
What will remain
After all this fear?

The future thus far,
Remains undefined.
It’s up to us,
And our collective mind…

Not to grow is not to wither

The men in suits
Think that things
Should grow

The men up in the towers
And on the television screens
Speak of never-ending growth
And order “Keep on buying things!”

They tell us not to worry,
We all must do our part.
Wrapping up our presents
Ripped from mother nature’s heart.

The goods run down the factory line
Churning out production
Must meet this quarter’s targets,
Or face employee reduction

Machines pass bottles
From left to right,
Robots replacing bodies.

How could we
Have put up a fight,
When we’re brainwashed to believe
That growth’s a democratic right?

What will come of man,
Without work?
Just idle hands,
Will we go berserk?

Will we slowly scroll
Our way into oblivion?
Materialism ballooning
Across every meridian?

The owners of capital
Relax in their villas
People take to the streets,
Movements of guerillas

“How would you like
Your facts today?”
A polite inquiry.
“We serve them in many ways,”

“Will you take them scrambled?
With a side of white lies?
Will you take a gamble
On a full portion of facts?

Surely you couldn’t stomach that
Half a portion will do,
And don’t take them too fast
Take some time to chew

You might feel ill,
Facts these days,
Not so easy to swallow…

But what when we stop,
and we spit out their lies
When we take back our time
and open our eyes?

Reject their false desires
The wants they’ve created.
When we rediscover
What it means to be sated

When we recalculate need
And refuse to exceed it
Eschew the greed,
And decline to feed it

When will we realise
that not to grow
is not to wither,
To slow is not to die.

When we return to what’s basic,
What’s ours and what’s true
We’ll realise it’s not growth,
What we need is gratitude.