Everest - a Time to Pause
Posted: Sat Apr 26, 2014 1:13 pm
Everest - a Time to Pause
The Mount Everest Sherpas have called a halt to this year's climbing season after 16 of them were recently killed in an ice fall. Not everybody is happy.
It's over for another year - albeit somewhat early,
And wealthy Westerners are turning tail - aggrieved, and surly.
They paid a hundred grand, or more, to be a little hero.
They're coming home with blistered feet from brand new boots - and zero.
Perhaps it isn't zero, though. A lesson might be learned
About who gets the treasure chest, and who gets simply burned.
The Sherpas shoulder all the work at meagre rates of pay.
It's taken sixteen deaths but now, at last, they have their say.
Why should they keep on working with their hearts bowed down with grief?
Surely they've a right to mourn, to seek some scant relief?
So you didn't climb the Big One, and you feel you've done your dough?
You've done a course in Cultural Awareness, don't you know?
I do not have much sympathy for those with cash to splash
On a narcissistic venture that is just a frantic dash
For a little fame and glory, for a feather in their caps.
They then go home to luxury, and they toss the Sherpas scraps.
No, let the Sherpas mourn their dead. They're asking precious little.
Are we so fat and bloated, are our egos quite that brittle?
Everest will still be there next year, with all its strife,
And if they can't afford a second crack at it...that's life.
Stephen Whiteside 26.04.2014
The Mount Everest Sherpas have called a halt to this year's climbing season after 16 of them were recently killed in an ice fall. Not everybody is happy.
It's over for another year - albeit somewhat early,
And wealthy Westerners are turning tail - aggrieved, and surly.
They paid a hundred grand, or more, to be a little hero.
They're coming home with blistered feet from brand new boots - and zero.
Perhaps it isn't zero, though. A lesson might be learned
About who gets the treasure chest, and who gets simply burned.
The Sherpas shoulder all the work at meagre rates of pay.
It's taken sixteen deaths but now, at last, they have their say.
Why should they keep on working with their hearts bowed down with grief?
Surely they've a right to mourn, to seek some scant relief?
So you didn't climb the Big One, and you feel you've done your dough?
You've done a course in Cultural Awareness, don't you know?
I do not have much sympathy for those with cash to splash
On a narcissistic venture that is just a frantic dash
For a little fame and glory, for a feather in their caps.
They then go home to luxury, and they toss the Sherpas scraps.
No, let the Sherpas mourn their dead. They're asking precious little.
Are we so fat and bloated, are our egos quite that brittle?
Everest will still be there next year, with all its strife,
And if they can't afford a second crack at it...that's life.
Stephen Whiteside 26.04.2014