We lose the power to think, as we aspire.

Catholic in the production of its flowers
The  shrub is bent, adorned with them all day
Behind them there an  ancient holly towers
The shrub is kneeling, see it wants to pray!

The endless cycle continues year by year
Unable to choose far fewer,new  offspring
And so it is with our consumption here
There is no end to what we want to spend.

Economies powered by growth pull on  desire
We do not realise how little we resist
We lose the power to think, as we aspire.
We make anew our lengthy shopping list

Too much growth can kill as we know well
Yet we wander blithely down to hell.


About Kate Thwaite

I love writing , conversation, art, wild flowers, music and air.And books
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