United Kingdom

My world, Your world

How can you judge me?

Your world is done.

Trees gone, cities choked.

Cars everywhere.

Foul rivers flood.

Now you shout about

Di-vers-ity. Ecol-ogy.

Except you shout at me.

We find gold in our ground

There’s nothing left in yours.

You call our situation Ex-ploit-ation,

You want to save our trees?

My people need food.

Not your plastic.

Not My Problem

Sun rises, sun sets.

Life goes on, and on

Its not my problem.

Oh no.

Houses fall into the sea,

Houses fill with mud from the flood.

Summer was hotter than ever before.

Too hot to lie on the beach.

Fires rage, dreams up in smoke.

Sun rises, sun sets.

Why is this not my problem?

Oh, and the sea is full of plastic.

The tides carry it far away, so that’s OK.

Then there are people.

People people people.

People everywhere.

Some with guns.

Some with bombs.

Some with nothing to eat.

Or drink.

That’s OK as long as they don’t come here.

Oh no.

Sun rises, sun sets.

The world burns, people starve.

Far away.

So that’s OK.

Of course most art is purchased to provide uplift, to enhance, to give lasting pleasure, and I certainly strive to provide that elusive 'Feast for the Eye'. BUT - the world around us, that world we paint, is in crisis and Artists have the opportunity, or actually the OBLIGATION to use their work to raise awareness or even to stimulate change. I have realised that the impact of art is increased enormously when a painting is accompanied with words to hit viewers' senses, and that those words are strongest when structured like a poem.

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