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.
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