Fold Form Poetry - Climate Change
Climate change, a threat!
All bookies odds are odds-on,
Would one want to bet?
Look, can you not see sorrow?
Climate change a threat!
Wildlife, that was, disappeared!
No good now regret!
Natures warnings all denied!
Build your own rocket.
The clock near to striking doom!
Climate change a threat!
Copyright © Mick Talbot | Year Posted 2018
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