Poetry
Ethereal Thoughts on Love for the Planet Instead of Material Possessions
A sonnet
Fly higher, ought we aim for constant growth
In never-ending striving to the top?
A simple life is deemed a sign of sloth
We soldier on, keep going, never stop
These rules society bestows on us
We bow, obey, put shoulders to the wheel
“Do not get left behind, don’t miss the bus”
We’re pressured to perform with nerves of steel
Consumerism teaches us “have more”
Increase production, make things we don’t need
Procure resources, make our planet poor
Destruction of our future due to greed
High living standards should not be the goal
Material things are killers of the soul
Backstory
This is my second attempt at a sonnet. I wrote the first one three years ago and decided it was time to brush up on this poetry form.
I stuck to the Shakespearean sonnet, which starts the engine in my head stuttering and stalling. I wouldn’t dare attempt Petrarchan or Spenserian at…
