The Rhyme for Reciting entitled Many Cries of Pain was written by Murray McGrath well before the onset of the Covidvirus lockdowns in 2020. It raises many current issues and is presented here as a tribute to Murray, who died in December 2020.
Many Cries of Pain
The good Earth revolves and flies out through space
It's beauty and magic show ultimate grace.
The wonder of nature blooms and blossoms all round,
The birds of the air offer colour and sound.
The creatures that crawl, swim, wriggle and run
Living together since time had begun.
And each with its needs for surviving and giving,
Enough is enough for community living.
Then along came humanity, sure of its role,
To conquer the Earth spirit, body and soul.
Such a fabulous source of pride and of pleasure
Was enough to corrupt man's greed, beyond measure.
No more satisfaction from having enough,
The demands of the ego want more and more stuff.
In the civilised world, it's money that matters.
Cash in on the living and leave it in tatters.
A great source of profit, mass production of meat.
We'll pay through the nose for a nice tasty treat.
Who cares for poor creatures who suffer and die
In disgusting conditions, we turn a blind eye.
But we suffer too, in so many ways.
A diet of death that handsomely pays,
Is promoted and treated to taste quite delicious.
When reality is, it's just not nutritious.
On a diet like that you're bound to get ill.
But the doctor's on hand, and the right sort of pill
Will soon have you better and up to your tricks.
Modern medicine works well with its technical fix.
We're lucky it seems, to have such a service,
But a much closer look might make you feel nervous.
Corporate corruption takes advantage of trust.
With an evidence base you'd think that it must
Be the best you can get for keeping you well.
But vaccines and drugs make big profits to sell,
So keeping you ill, is what suits them best.
Big money for them, tough luck for the rest.
So they mess with the evidence, distort the conclusions,
Select the results, create healing illusions
Spend lots of money, promote and conceal
That they don't do the job, don't really heal.
Poor doctors are victims of this grand deceit
Their ways come from evidence, all they have to treat.
Well trained and brainwashed, conditioned to do
What science prescribes, it's not about you.
But the Earth keeps on turning sadly knowing its fate,
And the suffering cries into space, radiate.
The universe weeps and wonders, looks on
The magic, the beauty, might soon all be gone.
So we've got a planet and creatures to save
We can do it, let's do it, but we must be brave.
From Rhymes for Reciting by Murray McGrath (2019)