RAB 2023 - 24

Theme A: Climate justice in primary care 
Theme B: Complexity and generalism in primary care

Breathless in a polluted world

As the cars roar loudly near my abode,

The thousands of them, on the motorway road,

I cough, splutter, panic, I scream out a wheeze,

I thought, “not again”, and suddenly, I could not breathe,

My mother ran towards me, screaming for assistance,

Next thing I know, I am fighting for my existence,

It lasted for minutes, but it felt like forever,

Why me, why can’t it be never,

But I knew it was where we lived, near the poisonous air,

We could not afford to move, it is simply unfair,

I wonder why we focus more, on the plastic straw,

Rather than the companies, who seem to be above the law,

The world leaders, as they slumber in their palaces,

Whilst my family works all day, for pennies, and calluses,

All those promises they make, they seem so empty,

Words with no meaning, they say so plenty,

I am enraged and exhausted, anxious and upset,

When those in power are flying again, with their private jet,

I worry for myself, I worry for my generation,

They deserve to know, all of our condemnation,

The floods, the hurricanes, the droughts, and cyclones,

They take so much away from us, leaving us with bones,

We call them natural disasters, but what is so natural about them,

Like the smog that surrounds me, as I battle my stubborn phlegm,

I could have been bones, but I am still here today,

It was that time again to go to the doctors, I had a lot to say,

I went to the GP, with tears in my eyes,

They must have saw my notes, they looked at me without surprise,

They let me rant and cry, they let me wail and shout,

I was aggrieved with the world, I had to let it all out,

I asked the doctor, will it happen once more,

As they were sorting my prescription, asking my closest store,

They tried to reassure me, but they could not guarantee,

Even they had no power, over our warmer land and sea,

Over the skies infested with dirty, dangerous gas,

We both want a cleaner world, but alas,

What will it take, for those in power to take action,

How many of us must perish, for their reaction,

No appointment or medication, can fully prevent another attack,

It is up to the richest, to put us on the right track,

We cannot do it all, our recycling bins have no meaning,

Unless corporations do the same, we need to convince them, for their intervening.

 

 

Breathless in a polluted world: Cian Patel