CLIMATE BEGS ON US

CLIMATE BEGS ON US! Hearing nature groaning In wild fires yawning With storms mourn roaring And mother’s arms opening To consume self painfully panting Through landslides and floods washing When her rich children nesting On the porches and coaches Made from mother’s beauty stitches Debating bills that owe them ravages I wonder who hears mum’ anguishes Empathetically and concerning Perhaps the unspoken offsprings Dwell upon heat waves wailing Or innocent ones being scorched Into ashes and those wilting Unless those ones thirst to death squinting But not us, speaking beings.