Enough Solace (for Zoe Eszter Green).

Garden suffused with decay

Our bed redolent of life

In bended light

I lift my newborn daughter

She smelling of breast milk

Love and baby wipes

To the quiet sun

Leaves rotting on the verge

Reminding us all of the return

Ending what has begun

Her clear blue eyes

Without judgment or question

Know beyond time

This is a journey with

One predetermined destination
Until then I must help her fight
For as much wisdom and freedom
As this world will allow 
And enough solace to bear the tedium

© shaun patrick green 2014

Burning in the Sun.

Burning sun, all burning in the sun

The children screamed so loud

Sounded like they were having fun

Hope their dying made industry proud

Mums and Dads wept bitterly

But theirs were tears of joy

To see a crispy fried daughter

And beer battered baby boy

It gave them hope in a New Climate world

Where the only choice was to adapt

The dead were victims of natural selection

Our Prime Minister saw to that

Temperatures rise, forests die

Lets bury our heads in the sand

Cutting emissions will costs jobs

And jobs equal votes in this land

So drinks were sunk, people got drunk

The BBQ was spitting fire

Footy teams were splitting seams

Topless barmaids for hire

Palm tress waved, lives were saved

No probing questions were asked

Nothing was done about the burning sun

Least of all trimming the grass

They say we are made of stardust

Forged in the heart of a star

The fake diamonds of the universe

Black as coal is what we are

© shaun patrick green 2014