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Who Is Saving The World?

a small globe of the earth being held gently in a person's hand
The recycler, bicycler, bio-masser and solar paneller,
the sustainable developer,
the charity worker,
the medics
(sans frontieres?),
fundraisers and carers,
givers and listeners,
growers of organics,
designers of biodegradables.

Genetic engineers?

Surgeons and researchers,
forgivers and forgetters,
Billy the bug hunter,
Immy the mathematician,
Troy the paratriathelete,
Wendy the wigwam maker.
The ones who go last,
the ones who smile,
the ones who don’t want to argue about it,
the ones who give up their seat,
the ones who calm a storm,
the ones who cook up a feast,
the ones who sing praises,
the ones who shine,
Auntie Gwen and Malala……
….and I drink water from a glass bottle.

Sue Foster


Image by Fernando via Unsplash.

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