A Mushroom Cloud
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The aftermath of climate change will last,
global warming will be devastating.
Worldwide, ocean waters are rising fast;
if short-sighted lies keep circulating,
some islands could be a thing of the past.
Coastal cities contemplate building walls,
but I'm afraid it's too little too late.
Politicians hedge when disaster falls;
chairing committees to secretly debate
drastic options while the government stalls.
When the rains no longer irrigate crops,
millions of people will face starvation.
And there will be empty shelves in the shops;
for worldwide trade will slow to stagnation,
once the global financial market flops.
Mass immigration will not be allowed;
borders will be guarded at any cost.
Armies will be deployed to cull the crowd;
every shred of decency will be lost,
and our world might end in a mushroom cloud.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2019
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