pulse with purpose

The pulse of the ocean,

lapping the shores,
quenching the sand,
returning for more,

a rhythm more reliable,
than our human heart,
yet we have the audacity,
to tear it a part,

induced by perspectives,
stained with interests of self,
drenched in close minded thoughts,
and obsessions with wealth,

so what happens when,
nature puts up its hands,
to surrender in battle,
leaving shrivelled up lands,

and what happens to,
the people that tried,
to build a good future,
amongst reckless lies,

it wouldn’t make sense,
to fuck it all up,
and render the mess,
as something that’s stuck,

let’s uncouple the fiction,
from facts that we know,
keep forming solutions,
finding seeds we can sow,

keep crafting our strategy,
to work most effective,
in aligning the markets,
to a greater directive,

‘cause if it’s not now,
then when will it be,
that we realise the hope,
for inter-generational equity,

the certainty of life,
is not ours to hold,
we need energised change,
to let the future
grow old.