, , , , , , , , , ,

If to be civilised

means to work more

and play less

cannibalising life

on greed’s altar

that severs the sacred threads

woven by the ancients

to bind us to life with love


If civilisation

would revere soulless acquisition

whilst burying alive

generous hearts

still sounding unity’s beat

beneath stifling mountains of bling


Then you must help me

find my digging stick

for I would forage

in tribal soul

for life’s true nourishment

and together

we can feed a new weaving

I wrote this poem as one response to having read this book. I hope the poem speaks for itself, and it can’t give you what the book can. I can’t recommend it highly enough.