A Sonnet Variation For Greta

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This run of good days is going to end bad times are coming just around the bend cash in your chips, there ain’t no tomorrow future holds only worry and sorrow. Armageddon of our own creation as we burn in pyres of self-cremation caught in words of convenient denial grasp not the flash of the truthteller’s smile. Yet from the rubble, a New Deal is made Fridays for Future, a children’s crusade as those whose time has come, now realise elder’s inaction has darkened their skies. We who’ve failed in our prognostication pass the stick to a new generation. 7/9/2019

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