This Illustrated Storybook Tale about Climate Change and Societal Collapse Will Give You Chills

Two minute poem about climate change.. I really liked it...

and like I said yesterday in a post. I do not know if man is responsible for global warming or not. I do know this is our only planet and we cannot afford to take a chance.

Worth the two mintue watch..

A poem about apocalyptic climate change and how it will affect us all - even the wealthy, whose money will be of no value if society collapses. Poem begins:

"The hooves, they drummed a devil's tattoo upon the woodland path..."

www.filmsforaction.org...




purp..:-)

a reply to: purplemer

ah yes but i earned my leaves,so we can build an arc and sail away on the rising seas....

whether climate change is man made or cyclical i guess is irrelevant...the facts are it is happening ...and sadly the TPTB are focused on war and greed...

we must be the dumbest smart species around

personally i am not much of a poem fan but that was pretty good S&F

(p.s..couldn't help myself with the avatar)

a reply to: hopenotfeariswhatweneed

Thank you for your reply.. Though it was when of those dead weight threads that goes right to the bottom of the water..

Glad you liked the poem and I have to agree we are the dumbest smart species around.

and lolz the first thing I noticed was the avi.. It looks good..

Happy days and take care..


purp..

Here is the poem in full for peeps that cannot access youtube...


ON A WHITE HORSE

The hooves, they drummed a devil's tattoo
Upon the woodland path.
The mechanical horse, it was angel white
And never had had a sin in its mind.
The rider, he was the admired man
And he saw no end to his sight --
A captain of industry with bags of golden leaves
That he ripped from the trees
As he kicked his horse to ride on ride on

To the rhythm, the rhythm, the rhythm of hooves;
The gathering of leaves and the rhythm of hooves.
"I built this horse for riding," said he.
"This horse, I built for riding."


But the weather-clerk stepped across his path:
"Stop!" he said, "look around.
Your riding whips the winds and strips the trees
It shifts the rains and lifts the seas!
Slow down," he said "or change course"

"No! I cannot risk that I'll be overtaken",
The rider he said to the clerk
"There are other riders chasing me
And I built this horse for riding," said he
"So move out of my way, I ride on."

To the rhythm, the rhythm, the rhythm of hooves.
To the gathering of leaves and the rhythm of hooves.
"I built this horse for riding," said he.
"I built this horse for riding."

But one mile on, people cluttered his path
Crying "We've seen the darkening skies!
Please hook back some leaves onto our trees
To catch the winds that bring disease
And rot the fish in our waters!"

"But it's not just me," the rider said.
"There are too many people on this earth
And when they crawl and breed in the mud,
they bring the winds and the rains and the floods.
I earned these leaves, now move out of my way"
And the rider just rode on.
The rider just rode on.

To the rhythm, the rhythm, the rhythm of hooves.
To the gathering of leaves and the rhythm of hooves.
"I built this horse for riding," said he
"I built this horse for riding"

But then the air turned dark and the rain it poured down;
And the horse it broke and stumbled and fell
Deep into the mud it stumbled and fell
With the rider, it stumbled and fell.

The rider then saw his daughter
And called out to her in the panicking crowd --
"My daughter, come see, I have the leaves
To buy an ark to sail the seas when the waters rise.
Though others perish, we will survive."

But as he put his hand into the bag,
Those leaves crumbled to dust and blew away.
Up to the dark storm they blew away.
So strangely from his hand they blew away.

"Oh father," said the daughter
"Your leaves, they have no magic now
Because nobody will trade them.
The farmer gives his food to men-at-arms
To keep off the jackals of jagged towns
That come running through the ragged woods

Since the rats overran the granaries
From the flagstones to the rafters,
When the miller's children all fell sick in the squalid dereliction.
And where's the doctor? He's fled to higher grounds
To drink the untouched rains --
Because poisoned rivers run overland
Through eye sockets and open mouths
Of people fallen in burning famine upon the putrid earth.

And this is not how it was meant to be;
That our once green earth should rot to black like this
And our children walk the rain, drenched in war, fear and pain.

It is a dark time
It's a dark time for humankind.
And you, father - you led in the other horsemen
To the rhythm, the rhythm, the rhythm of hooves,
Riding, riding, on your white horse."

a reply to: purplemer

and lolz the first thing I noticed was the avi.. It looks good..

i have snarky412 to thank for that and you of course....

here is a bit of background music ...one of my favorites

That was chilling! You always bring something to shake up my brain cells, Purp!

a reply to: purplemer

I never watch vids. I watched this one. Brava.

F&S&



Serious downer though.

a reply to: soficrow

Thank you glad you liked it... i am not really into poetry either.. but this rocks...

purp..

I'm not much into poetry either but this was catchy and well written.
Good message
Thanks for posting. It's definitely one to watch

a reply to: purplemer

d/p.... ooops

a reply to: purplemer

What a lovely poem and video. Conveys a message that all peeps should be aware of. Thanks for the share...