Got Game

From the north silently it comes down the river, invisible, radioactive, combining with *acid rain. Nuclear power, cheap energy, a cancer giver and all we love will end, if we don't chose to refrain. So fueled by greed, we chew up the earth for coal to burn, blackening the skies and butchering the mountain side, all so that we can drive SUV's with total unconcern, laughing at the third world, on the globe, we stand astride. The black-outs, *brown-outs, oh the anarchy of light's blight creating a sickly yellow miasma's where few stars shine. And cities of cave dwellers who never see the night, turn shades of puce and pink by neon lights malign. Soon, I'm sure, we'll redefine the nature of what's pure, and Seri's *app will tell what game to eat ...and the cure.