Wednesday, 31 May 2017

On biodiversity we live or die

As the fine orange grains of desert sands
Expand with the rising sun,
Into new lands, aflame, the soils erode
To meandering dunes and smother
The withered fields in June.

But all the while and under the surface,
Barely scratched, the next great deserts
May be the wettest ones of all.
Amid tragic waste a vast expanse
Of liquid drowned by solid mass.

A message in a plastic bottle, lost
Forty years in the stomach of Nemo,
Swept up and aloft by the wings of a gull
And found once again by a rugged carcass
Lying next to a rotting skull.

On biodiversity we live or die,
No matter if cruise missiles rain from the sky,
A nuclear winter is no more of a splinter
To mother nature's beating heart
On which our civilised world relies.

In the eyes of the destroyer
the savage lives a simple life,
But the want to be at one with nature
Is the elixir for all to thrive.
On biodiversity we live, or die.

But let's all be aware that organic is a lie.
Also gluten has never ever been in rice,
So can we please stop paying an extortionate price based on disproportionate, bullshit advice?
Organic and gluten free are as provably healthy as homeopathy.
Let's also be clear there's as much medicine in here as there is truth in a crocodile tear.

And please, vaccinate your children. Measles is real.
Anti-vax roughly translates to vacuous prats.
The same vacant beings who believe in anti-vaccine probably also believe in vaginal steaming,
Honestly, that's a thing.
Detoxing on organic kale, ignoring the fact their liver and kidneys will prevail.

Organic is not gonna save the world.
There's a point, to a point,
But every sip that we drink
Is taken from the drips of an unnatural sink.

A rain-fed human is as rare as a grass-fed steak.


Not all cows are created equal,
Not all meat is evil.


Nature and nurture are intertwined
And since the very beginning of human time,
We've adapted our habitat to suit our needs
So now we have flour and bread to knead.

Now we know of proteins, genomes and genes,
We can splice a slice of sense into seeds
and train a new breed in the biohackosphere,
So on this sphere, we can use our lands
With a bit more nouse and temper nature's destructive sands.

Last year,
I painted a painful picture
And this year the picture gets murkier still,
Though Angela Merkel is holding the fort
While the English world splutters
Through buckets of pigswill.

On both sides of the Atlantic pond, we've got two twits waving a magic wand,
One's backing Brexit, the other's packing exit visas.
Theresa's not the brightest spark either and Donald's hair flies like the lark,
They're both chatting breeze.

In Manchester, the town I got both my degrees,
Just this week blasted to smithereens.
Children and teens.
A city of invention, which drove me to dream,
The home of feminism, the commuter, the computer and factories,
Where the atom was split and we just discovered graphene.
A community brought to tears, but never to its knees.

And let's never forget the refugees who pay the price for these malicious deeds every single day.

But let's not let these extreme Dis-Mays get us down in the Donald Trump Dumps these days.

See, while we've got isolationist jeers
Drowning our statuses in emoji tears,
We're coming together, not falling apart,
Though Facebook ain't the best place to start.

It's fine online to rant and rage
But better to dance in a morning rave
Surrounded by people who spend their days
Making a difference not public displays.

Inspiring solutions like agrilution,
TFF is at the heart of the next green revolution.

Cultivating companies like Henlight and FoPo,
Since our adventure started six years ago,
From Bombay to Brasil and Trinidad and Tobago,
It's been a thrill and delight to watch this movement grow

And sow the next generation's seeds,
Ensuring 10 billion will not need
To worry when they'll next have dinner
And I'm sure you can't wait to find out the winner.

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