We take so much for granted
from this world on which we play,
the breath inside our lungs
drawn in from a cold and windy day.
Draining the life from a world already
so drawn and stretched to it’s limits,
desperately trying to imbibe
the scarcities still deep within it.
To live; to breathe; to follow time
as down the wind it sails
against all odds and obstacles,
a hidden strength prevails.
To hold on tight and stare defiantly
down deaths devouring depths
and scream, determined to tear the tears
from the foolish and inept.
To bid them, take a look around
at all that they destroy,
a living, breathing world discarded
like an old unwanted toy.
It’s time to reach out and reclaim
what we cherish and hold so dear,
to offer them all protection,
no more to live in fear.
Stretch out our wings like a shield,
a storm shelter overhead
and watch the dark defilers, fall
to the terror that they once bred.
To breathe; to live another day
and watch our children flourish
instead of fighting against a tide
where one and all could perish.
Breathe sweet child,
no harm will come
to you, this much I vow.
For as long as I draw
a living breath, until then,
from here and now.
Written by Darren Scanlon, 14th May 2014
Revised 16th May 2015.