so remember when politicos said there’s no climate change and the waters weren’t gonna rise along the coast well try telling that to the critters outside your door
rusted prayers like night smoke rings leave the lips as an offering to the void of hope prayers in a voice as dry as the barren fields where dreams were planted were that the bed’s pillow were the land it would yield a bountiful crop and then there would be no lonely nights
the skies have closed up we’re unable to breathe what was life now seems like death a child’s birth into this world of chaos is not a glimmer of hope but a reason for regret for as many have asked what have we condemned this child to how could we be so thoughtless but those same thoughts were our fathers’ and mothers’ so we share a guilt with all those who came before
the moon has blood rings coyotes prowl city streets darkness conceals light all our old dreams have vanished nothing like this could happen that’s what they promised us all promised but not prevented
another
world meeting
but
this one’s
a closed door session
in
a secluded corner
of
the world
the topic
limits to growth
regression models
filled the screens
the conclusion
there’s
an absolute need
to
facilitate
survival of the species
so
it’s agreed
populations
must be
pared down
to
reduce
humans’ ecological footprint
each nation
signs
the plan
misinformation
wrapped in the flag
of
individualism
will be
the tool
thus nations
with
the most doubters
of
science
would be the ones
to
sacrifice the most
for
survival
of
the planet
and
the welfare
of
those who
could
think
critically
for
they
would be needed
to
resolve
the world’s
future problems
the small space
between
his nightmares
and
his reality
has grown smaller
he no longer
stares out
his window
searching for
empty promises
to be fulfilled
nor
does he pray
anymore
he has grown
to realize
that whatever god
there may be
his lot in life
is not
a priority
for that god
or
any god
so why would he
expect
that his fellow man
would give a damn
to them
he’s
a homeless bum
not worthy
of
their consideration
for anything
just scrap paper
to be
swept away
before
morning rush-hour
but once
his hands
cleared the land
that fed them
then
they called him
an essential worker
till the land dried up
and
nothing could grow
the bank took his land
outstanding loans
the land still stands naked
hometown
a ghost town
and
he
a ghost
of
society
not that
i
have a choice
but
i’ve decided
to
hang around
this
warming planet
for
a few more years
god willing
as
they say
to
whom
or
whatever
controls
the duration
of
our
participation
in
futility
there are
certainly
numerous
candidates
who have
self-appointed
representatives
ready
and
willing
to
accept
donations
in
their name
for
extending
our
planetary terms
all
of them
are
well dressed
with
email accounts
as well as
swiss
bank accounts
in
any case
i’ve
just opened
a
new bottle
of
wine
while
listening
to
jonathan edwards
so shall now
attempt
to
do
a little meditating
cheers
we were
given instructions
by
those we had entrusted
with
our nation
and
therefore
they were
the ones
charged to protect
not only
us
but also
all those
we
loved
so
we
followed
their directions
and
we moved towards
the gateway
to
our world’s future
but
the doorway
was
a mirage
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