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Climate Emergency

#ClimateEmergency

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Slander propaganda

You might consider action and today is the day
There’s a climate emergency that won’t go away
If we don’t work together to protest and shout
The message won’t be heard and will not get out

Imagine a world filled with peace and free energy
From renewables for all and plant billions of trees
I won’t happen if you believe the Courier Mail
If you don’t protect and take action the ecosystem could fail
But if you start today to protect life on Earth
End the coal days with a renewable rebirth

Take the day off to take Climate Action
To stop the Climate Emergency and government Inaction

You might consider to #disrupt and #disobey
The propaganda in the Courier Mail today

Get out of your home and take over the street
When we all work together the climate emergency is beat

There’s a climate emergency, time for you
Glue yourself to the road with superglue

Get on the fresh air and protest today
Or the #Climate Emergency is coming your way

Original Poetry written by Thundercloud Repairian, Nimbin based publisher, writer and performance poet. Thundercloud is available for performances and readings

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“Washing away the garbage and leaving behind rainbows”

LINK TO #ClimateEmergency protest in Brisbane

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Our Darling is Dying

In July 2016 I was travelling through western New South Wales when my by bus Atlantis broke a fuel line. I repaired the bus with the help of a local earthmoving business. I got on my way the next day and had a blow out ten kilometers out of town.

The desert was green from a few recent showers but the Darling River was low and I was not leaving Wilcannia until I had replaced the tyre in Broken Hill. It so happened that the Barkindji mob and some other local had organised a protest to stop traffic on the only bridge over the Darling River for half an hour, every hour, all weekend.

During my stay in Wilcannia, I met the kindest and most welcoming people in all of my travels but I also met a people struggling to hold on to their traditions and way of life because the Darling River or Barka as it’s known locally is drying up.

In Queensland and New South Wales, corruption and water theft and harvesting has stopped the flow of the mighty Darling River which once flowed all year round and is a vital source of food, culture and recreation for the Barkindji people of Wilcannia. The Barka is now not even a trickle but a series of muddy billabongs with dying fish, yabbies, turtles and andthing else that once lived there.

The Barkindji people of Wilcannia are tough and self sufficient but their community orchard and garden can’t be watered and fresh produce is prohibitively expensive due to the freight costs. Without access to freshly caught fish and fresh produce, the health of the Brakindji people is being adversely impacted. There are also important social and cultural remifications of the Barka not flowing. There are a whole generation of young people who aren’t getting to fish, swim or go camping on the river and learn culture. This also leads to depression and alcohol abuse in the community.

In 2016 vwhen I stayed in Wilcannia there was still water in the river for the town because of the weir but in January 2019 the situation is dire and the water quality is decreasing in town all allong the river to the point of being undrinkable.

This problem is not isolated to Wilcannia but ultimately affect the whole Murray Darling Basin and the ecosystem of the continent.

Why has thias happened?

Two main reasons:

1. The drought caused by 200+ years of land clearing and deforestation has lead to a vastly different and drier climate in Auastralia.

2. Mismanagemant and corruption by politicians, farmers and large corporate cotton agriculture.

The solution is simple. Restore stream flow and mass tree planting and reforestation accross the entire catchment of the Darling. This could be done by a National River and Forest Brigade and reassigning the military forces to productive and nurturing purposes instead of destructive purposes.

The management of the Murray Darling should be by a single national body and responsibility taken away from the states as the Murray-Darling crosses borders.

There are some many other steps including the covering of irrigation canals, changing from cotton to hemp farming for fibre, restoring cross land flows by removing artifical barriers. However for now, I have written the following song/poem to raise awareness of this important national issue of environmental, ecological and socio-cultural significance. Please share to bring awareness to this issue.

Our Darling is Dying

Our Darling is dying and running quite dry

The Barkindji man said, I just want to cry

I went to the Darling and all I could see

Was a dry river bed, no longer flowing free

Dead fish were floating with poison and sick

Long muddy billabong, blue green algae slick

“Our river would always flow to the sea

Even in drought she always flowed free”

“There was always abundance and plenty of feed

But now she’s exploited by corporate greed”

Dinners and deals and networks of corruption

The Darling River is dying, this is it’s destruction

National politicians take donations of greed

From cotton corporations with their GMO seed

Four hundred thousand Megalitres for just Cubbie Station

But no water or fish for the Barkindji Nation

Other farm’s water theft is also a crime

The new laws don’t stop them our Darling is dying

Cotton farms, water theft, corruption as donations

The Darling is dying because of greedy cotton stations

Out there in Wilcannia there’s no fishing for feeds

No water for veggies so the garden’s just weeds

Two dollars for an apple, a lettuce ten or more

A dry river makes us sick and keeps us all poor

Just drinking and fighting and wearing a frown

Waiting for the Darling River to flow down

There’s no fishing, or swimming or camping anymore

There’s nothing to do and life is a bore

A dead roo in the river but it didn’t drown

It died when it drank the poison river water down

It’s time that we started the Barkindji man said

If the river doesn’t flow the whole country will be dead

Free up the Darling River and bring it back to life

Or the whole ecosystem is in trouble and strife

Everything must be done and we have what it takes

To naturally refill the whole Menindee lakes

To bring back silver perch, yellow belly and cod

Our Darling, Our source of life, Rainbow serpent God

If we don’t let the water flow I will sing this song

Till the Darling River is no more a muddy billabong

Clean up the river and make it like long before

and the Darling can waltz and flow forever more

But our Darling River’s is dying and our Darling is dry

The Barkindji man said, I just want to cry

Song Copyright James Arthur Warren, Thundercloud Reparian

Sung to the tune of Music Waltzing Matilda composed by Christina McPherson 1895 all instruments played by Charles Whitmer https://youtu.be/L-jftwjDzc4

You can contact me below if you are interested in using this song.

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What is the value of a tree

 

Forests make me happy and I was lucky to play in the forest as a young child and as a man. I heard a rumour about two disappearing words. “Acorn and forest”

As a young boy of 7 playing marbles under an oak tree, I found a heart  shaped acorn. I pushed that acorn into the ground. An oak tree grew. In 1984 at 14 on tree day I was given an African Tulip Tree which I planted.

Working in the forest the day before my birthday in ”99 lightning struck thanks to my son Clay. I went to help my dad Doug build a forestry nursery. I stood there day after day putting tiny eucalyptus and rainforest seeds in pots by hand. My family grew a million trees and now there are more forests.

We need forests because they are for resting under and sitting under playing marbles. We need acorns to grow forests. Plant the seed and grow a tree. Plant a million seeds and grow a forest of abundance.

I am a supplanter. supplanting ideas these days I plant heart shaped seeds of love and growing forests of compassion. The following poem was inspired by an article I read that said the value of a tree is $193,000. I believe it is much more infinite and subjective. Others agree to disagree

https://www.therecord.com/news-story/6702767-what-is-the-value-of-a-tree-/

http://www.earthsharing.org.au/2006/09/how-do-you-value-a-tree/

https://www.uow.edu.au/~sharonb/STS300/valuing/price/pricingarticles.html

The following poem comes from book one of my 2017 two book poetry anthology Love in #Nimbin, Book 1 of Love and Lust in Nimbin, by Thundercloud Repairian AKA James Arthur Warren.

What is the value of a tree?

One hundred and ninety three thousand dollars can’t you see?

Plant one seed and help it grow

A million seeds, green forests grow

I planted one, I planted four

A million seeds outside my door

A forest grew from the seeds I threw

Onto the  blue house floor

The forest is a special place with fruit for you and me

Let’s eat the fruit together and then we’ll plant the seeds

What value is a teacher from all the seeds he threw

Onto the dirt of the blue house floor that grew and grew and grew

Each of us are seeds and supplanters too

Let’s plant seeds together to keep the blue house blue.

 

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