Are You Feeling the Heat?

The point of no return on our precious planet

Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay

Mother Earth weeps and rages as
I read the latest news.
While I turn the clammy pages,
I’m sinking in the blues.

The future has arrived.

When rivers run dry
We cannot close our eyes,
Nor can we escape
The feckless fruits
Of our commission.

Droughts and floods in far off lands
Now breach our urban landscape.

We weep with pity
As crops and people die,
Yet ignore our
Collusion in the crises;
Discount proven hypotheses.

Microplastics in our soil,
Our rivers,
Our bloodstreams,
In the food we lucky ones can eat.

While others starve,
We carve their numbers
In statistics.

Eleven hungry strangers die each minute,
Our lifestyles complicit
In these crimes.