By Mel Fawcett
Poverty and hunger are knocking at the door
Abuse and moral turpitude are rife;
Torture, greed, and exploitation rule.
But who cares about all that –
I’ve got a pimple on my nose!
The polar ice is melting and the natural world is dying
Soaring temperatures are beyond our endurance
And pollution is killing us all.
Of course we’re destroying the planet
But what about the pimple on my nose!
Wars and famine are everywhere
All kinds of horrors abound
People are dying for no reason
Everything is out of control!
And no one cares about the pimple on my nose.
“I’m not sure why I write.” – the writer