The Musings of Jaime David
The Musings of Jaime David
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The writings of some random dude on the internet

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Tag: climate relocation

  • Pollution

    Pollution

    Pollution; it’s not an illusion.

    It is quite real, and we need a solution.

    If we don’t solve this, it could be the end.

    It could be the end of us all, and the world that we love

    Could end up in flames as humans will try to blame

    The problem on others and not act like brothers

    When in reality, we all have a hand to play.

    It is not just one group that’s the one that pollutes.

    It’s a bunch that had acted, so we need a group effort

    To solve this problem and help the environment.

    We must have a vision, and avoid division.

    We must work united in order to fight this.

    This is Earth is our home; the one we were grown.

    In order to save it, we must be it’s saviors!

  • Climate Relocation

    Climate Relocation

    Climate relocation has the potential to affect millions.

    As sea levels rise and temperatures climb,

    It’s only a matter of time before we will all but lose this fight.

    But don’t give up hope. We can clean up this world like soap

    Cleanses all wounds. We can all stop acting like fools

    And treat this planet with care, for it’s the only one that’s there

    Where we all live on and rely upon.

    It is our home, so let’s fight until the break of dawn.

    We don’t want to lose our homes, not here and not ever.

    You wouldn’t want your house to be destroyed in a flood.

    Think about all of us and the planet that we love.

    Would you want to be forced to leave the Earth behind,

    While the humans, plants, and animals that remained were all left to die?

    If the answer is no, then you must know

    Our time to act is now. We must not take a bow.

    We shouldn’t give up or else our time will be up.

    We must save this world. We must not go and furl

    Up the sails for our voyage

    To go and save the Earth.

    This is our journey,

    And for sure as heck, we won’t quit!

    We will fight until the very end

    To try and save the environment.

    Our time to fight is now. Let’s go and show the world how.

  • The Dome

    The Dome

    Background

    I initially wrote this poem in hopes to possibly have it included in a book about climate relocation. It unfortunately wasn’t accepted, so I’m sharing it on here!

    Before I get to the poem itself, let me tell you about the background of what inspired and led me to write the poem in the first place, for the story is a pretty interesting one. It all started about a month ago. I wss browsing YouTube and decided to watch a video from YouTube user DarkDocs titled “Is America’s Own Chernobyl Sitting In The Middle of the Ocean.”

    In the video, he describes the history of the Runit Dome and the effects it could have on the environment today.

    After the video was over, I watched in the suggestions tab titled “This Concrete Dome Holds A Leaking Toxic Timebomb | Foriegn Correspondent.”

    It was a video by ABC News In-depth. In the video, it talks about the history of the Runit Dome and how it is affecting the Marshallese people presently. One of the people who was mentioned in the video was Kathy Jetnil-Kijiner, a poet from the Marshall Islands. In 2014, she had read a poem for her daughter in front of the UN for the Climate Summit. I thought her poem was very inspiring, so I wanted to follow her on social media to check out more of her work. I followed her on Facebook and Twitter. On her Twitter, I saw that she had shared an advertisement for a book that two climate scientists were working on getting published. The book would be a collection of works ranging from scientific articles to poems. I decided to submit a poem. I had sent a short excerpt of it to them. They said they liked it and that I should hear back a month later if my poem will be accepted or not. Fast forward to today, and I found out my poem was not accepted. However, they said they enjoyed the excerpt that I had sent to them, and that there were a lot of submissions to choose from. I wish the both of them good luck in getting the book published, and without further ado, here is the full poem that I had wrote!

    The Poem

    Bikini Atoll;

    They were told

    The US were protectors

    Of hope

    And of freedom.

    Instead, they were relo-

    -cated from their homes

    While their atolls

    Were bombarded with radiation,

    Which had took a toll

    On them and their souls,

    And the remains of it all

    Were buried underneath a dome

    That is called “The Tomb.”

    How ironic it’s name is, so,

    Because the Runit Dome

    Has the potential

    To become their own tombs.

    With sea level rising,

    It’s becoming a crisis

    That if the radiation finds its

    Way out, it could

    Completely poison

    The entire Earth’s oceans,

    And this is because of the

    Changing Earth’s climate!

    Is there any hope for us to survive this

    Disastrous threat that could possibly annihilate us?

    I’d say there is, but we need to realize this:

    For us to survive it,

    We all need to rise up and

    Take a stand for what’s right, which

    Is saving the entire planet

    From total destruction.

    It may sound bleak; it may sound alarmist,

    But I believe we all can grow and thrive despite this!

    That is why I, a mere man who writes this,

    An artist with a creative mind that is

    Concerned about the state of the world and this climactic climate crisis,

    Had decided to sit down and take the time to write this.

    I wrote this poem

    Because I care about my home.

    I care about the loved ones that I call my own.

    I wrote this for my friends; my family, too!

    I wrote this for their friends, and their families, too!

    I wrote this for everyone; everyone that’s in the room;

    The room that is so big and so round and so blue;

    The room that has oceans that spans millions of miles;

    The room that has a diversity of creatures both on land and in the sea;

    The room that has been around for billions of years;

    The room that houses a species that has accomplished many great feats, but has also caused a myriad of tragedies that led countless people to defeat;

    The room that I’m proud to call planet Earth.

    I was not asked to be born on this Earth,

    But it is my place; the place of my birth.

    It sorta just happened; one day I was conceived.

    I grew to a fetus, then a baby, and then eventually an adult human being.

    It was a slow process; just like humanity’s growth on this Earth for thousands of years.

    We started out in caves, and eventually made great things.

    Along the way, we also had created

    Devastating weapons that can harm us and hurt us in many ways.

    The same goes with climate change; it’s mostly man-made.

    It is a mess that we ourselves had made.

    The consequences are dire; the Earth is on fire.

    But if we take a stand now, I believe we’ll survive this!

    The Earth is our home; it is our dome.

    It is the one thing that should come above all!

    Just as the dome

    Located in the Enewetak Atoll

    Has the potential

    To destroy us all,

    We too have the potential;

    The potential to be saviors

    For not just the here and now,

    But for future generations.

    That is why I had wrote this poem.

    So if you see this message, please heed the urgency

    To do something about this climactic climate emergency

    That could lead to insurgency

    Of disastrous natural convergency

    That could inadvertently lead

    To extreme diathermancy

    And create great divergency.

    We must fight this looming threat, and we must do so with great fervency,

    For it is this Earth that we love with great ardency!

    We must stand up and fight, and must do so without errancy.

    We must not treat this threat as a mere nonemergency.

    We must respect this planet with great amounts of conservancy,

    And clean up this world with great levels of detergency.

    This our home; the home that we were grown.

    This Earth is our dome, and this is its poem!