Red Dust En Masse

En Masse

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A quiet bake off –
shades of amber
under scorching sun,
are strewn in the dirt

as the skies relent,
a tumult of steel drills
dive into parched clay,

exploding ant relays
are left for dead
whilst treading water.

Raindrops reach for the red dust,
butterflies frantically tango –
jazzing the mid air –

taking hits like bullets
on this fresh, new day.
Changes come with new rain,

warm blood runs in rivulets
merging with the ruddy soil
where no change brings real bullets

driven by merciless, greedy hoards,
hitting sentient, voiceless creatures –
leaving them for dead.

Stealthily, their souls are stolen –
trophies and trinkets are carved
into fractal nightmares.

Thieves in the night
make days on soft, Serengeti plains
the longest nights of their lives.

We are the change that overshadow
fresh rains, driven by greed and guns –
with not enough room to move –

not enough money to lust after,
we need more, and more –
so we make their blood run –

we make it run until
carmine shades, under scorching sun,
are strewn in the dirt,

These long, long nights
are never ending, and will be the end
of their world… today.

Author: Anita Lubesh

I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now.. I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog. I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.

14 thoughts on “Red Dust En Masse”

  1. What is striking is that this insatiability for more (that drives the engine that brings about such horrific outcomes) is embodied not in in the acts of some caricatured evil individuals – they may as well exist – but by hordes of well-meaning souls going about their merry ways, uninformed.

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    1. Ignorance is deadly on all fronts. Today, we have very little excuse to be. Luckily education and knowledge is being brought forward by the youth today, and they do not like what they see. It is up to them now. Greed will exist as long as we do. Extinctions happen, but one day, I hope that maybe creating tolerances, and a path to co existence will help us all… and less avarice. Being who we are, we bring doom, and not just in natural world. Thanks for your thoughts, too.

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      1. The new generation is a perennial source of hope, speaking of which I hope that our reckless climate changing behavior can sustain enough new generations to halt if not undo this mess.

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      2. We have to do enough to at least to slow it, for them to rethink tactics going forward. Once the obstacles of old fossils have died off, and the other fossils are left in the ground permanently… their future might be a rosy one. We have to hope.

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    1. I watched a great documentary (4th time) about George and Joy Adams and Elsa the lion who lived precariously as their part domestic and wild creature from their beginnings re wildlife conservation and devotion of in 1961. His meticulous diary was so poignant and incredibly detailed about their life and looked at our relationship with wild animals who then were just that, and not seen as the individuals they are. They live a brutal, savage existence and there is no room for sentiment like portrayed in the famous film. But they should be allowed to survive and live freely today. He foresaw what would become of the vast majority of them, we’re seeing it now. Consider back then and the millions of elephants, lions, etc compared to today. In Kenya alone there will be considerably less than 2000 lions left. Anyway, stuff of that ilk always gets me ranting…. so I post lol.
      Thanks, L.

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      1. I’ve seen that, super sad, and devastating end to the hard work.
        Some days I’m so sick of what humans do others I try not to think of it because it’s too much, so I try and focus on one or two causes.

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  2. Men are foolish. Chief Pontiac, once said. White men won’t be happy till all things beautiful are gone. Old wisdom, when bears and wolves are gone. Man will follow. Powerful and worthwhile shared my friend.

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    1. Thank you, John for passing on a most wise summation. We are definitely lacking qualities and those of survival for all. Short-sightedness, greed and self breeds denial and ignorance. We’re big on those.

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