Writing from the stemistry lab
Hold the line
by Marilyn Longstaff
So where’s the fight, the battle lines are drawn,
beating of drums as pennants tinkle against pikes.
There’s crisis after crisis, scare on scare, as politicians
hold their corporate breath and wait for each to pass.
They set up scapegoat enemies to draw the fire,
let people kill each other over ideologies, and beards
and culturally different clothes. Meanwhile, the fat cats
rule, so what if we’re the last surviving generation, or
the next to last, what do we care about the future when
we’re dead, we need to live, make the most of it.Let’s
mock the muesli-knitting environmentalists and drink
to here and now – we’re on the edge of the pit anyhow.
So where’s the fight?