Of a World: A Reaction to Thomas Friedman’s Hot, Flat, a Crowded

EARTH_mother_EARTHToday we continue our series of the winning essays submitted to Dean of Freshmen, Fred Siegel.  These freshman were selected from over 300 of their peers to attend a dinner with Dean Siegel and a very special guest.

Although most students chose to express their reactions in an essay, Freshman Cody Lee chose poetry.  He felt like prose wasn’t able to express both his emotional and logical response to the work in the way poetry could.  His poem is below.

Here’s a story of a world
gone crazy and deranged,
where pollution is ubiquitous
and the earth just wants to quit us.

It would seem plain unremitting,
but see that’s just us permitting.
I want a nation that knows global weirding ain’t some furtive plot –
a nation of one voice, not some polyglot.
You take umbrage to me? Well I take umbrage to you.
I got this anathema I can’t shake, and it’s nothin’ new;
it came from a people then troglodytes, now scientists
but all they seem to care about are their petty client lists.

You see they don’t know what to appreciate;
(here, let me elucidate:)
Who’s got the power? Who’s got the cash?
What does it matter when the world’s gone to trash?

Here’s a story of a world
gone crazy and deranged,
where the middle class rules,
and people act like fools.

Sometimes I falter, my thoughts seem faded;
down, down, down – on my knees I’m enervated.
This spiral of doom it would seem incontrovertible;
smoke swirlin’ all around – but there’s some dude in a convertible
cruisin’ on down like this is all innocuous,
like he thinks the world is just here to serve us.
(his quotidian commutes another car that pollutes.)

Here’s a story of a world
gone crazy and deranged,
where population stats soar
but resources no more.

Well I’m here to speak, this song a presage;
I hope to extrude the lies from your heads, and leave this message.
The state of the planet ain’t incorrigible –
sure it’s dark, dank and horrible –
but leave your lives of constant aberration;
save our Mother and cause celebration.
You ain’t gotta be obsequious,
just gotta see eye-to-eye with us.

Don’t get rankled and don’t put up your fists,
but don’t think it’s insuperable and be defeatists.
Sing this song; it’ll be your talisman:
peace on earth, with earth, come on man.

Here’s a story of a world
gone crazy and deranged,
where old habits die hard
but She dies harder;

Here’s a story of a world
gone crazy and deranged,
where old habits die hard
but She dies harder;

Here’s a story of a world
gone crazy and deranged,
but I know we can change,
yes, I know we can change.

We must change.

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