Today Orveli is more than worried about mankind’s way to rape its unique earth. The old poem below is more and more real every day.
THE GLOBE’S MIGHT
With all his missguided force,
Mankind srove to alter Eart’s course.
The ill – struck GLOBE’S gave a shrug
– in a second it had squashed the loathsome bug.
The GLOBE’S still runs it old course,
Mankind was nothing to Earth’s force.
Orveli, 1985, http://www.orveli.fi
OUR ONLY EARTH
Today Orveli’s day is stormy. People has lost their compass. Orveli wrote the poem – Compass – many decades ago.
South – child,
East – youth,
West – adult,
North – elder.
South – hunger,
East – lack,
West – weath,
North – abundance.
South – weeks,
East – screams,
West – leaps,
North – sleeps.
Orveli, 1982, http://www.orveli.fi