Reader letter: Mother Earth She Ain’t Complaining

Under a darkening Peterboro Sky sits the mythological coronis bird and everything seems absurd -

They’ve shut down the Schools. Schools out to new rules. the kids dont know but they’re part of the show -

And down at the Key they’re all sipping acrid tea full of droplets of fuss. You’d better not rush – cuz the shops are closed down, pubs banged fallen to ground, the 21st century worldwide is strainin

And Mother Earth, she aint complainin’...

Government rules pose self exile, if not your a fool.

The scenery around you is excessively movin’ -

While others remain oblivious to the game. Nothing you knew of your Old World is staying to brew as the city lights fade light to grey...

And Mother Earth, she

aint complainin’...

Down at David Lloyd’s spa near the pool or the bar on the tennis court of life nothing appears to be wrong, though don’t breathe or sing otherwise upon the coronavirus bird’s wing...

Your workout will sadly be staining and what you once had, expensive car or house, will be lost as you cough up the goods of self doubt...

Mother Earth she aint complainin’ :

Written by Mark A Wright

Peterborough’s Own Controversial Poet Laureate 2001