Each hour a child’s scared scream is heard,
or body wracked through harm by herd;
when trade unfair, deals causing pain,
harsh labour terms abuse again.
If faith-led claim love-rooted creed
but treat, as motivated greed;
when souls are scalped rather than won
by son of man, truth’s winsome sun.
When care for earth, afforded clues,
yet globe not paid sustaining dues;
then God imaged, creation’s art
is damaged, tears torn from our heart.
Stephen Kingsnorth (Cambridge M.A., English & Religious Studies), retired to Wales from ministry in the Methodist Church, has had pieces accepted by some twenty on-line poetry sites, including Poetry Potion; and Gold Dust, The Seventh Quarry, The Dawntreader, Foxtrot Uniform Poetry Magazines & Vita Brevis Anthology.