There are certain indications
When an ecosystem’s sick
When the water in the river
Is gelatinous and thick
When the ocean’s full of plastic
And the air is full of smog
And the only wild predators
Are packs of feral dogs
The signs are unequivocal
It’s right that we feel nervous
When the kind of scum I’m thinking of
Comes rising to the surface.
The kind of world we’re living in
Is giving me the fear.
When fucking Piers Morgan
Has a media career.
Tom Juniper Poetry 