Foretold
Ingratitude for Mother Nature's gifts
and our desire to live with greatest ease
have caused strange outcomes; now our planet shifts
climatically by frightening degrees.
With dwindling faith, I've watched as humankind
continues recklessly upon Time's path,
careening or half-stumbling as if blind
to what's to come when we receive Earth's wrath.
We're led by fools and thieves who do not lead
with vision. All around, inequity
abounds as love is killed by war and greed.
This planet's final hours I think I see. . .
Our fate's foretold. An unforgiving earth
by burning will be purged for its rebirth.
“Please Try to Go Beyond Earth Hour”
Here is my tip in poetry form:
When out and about, take the shortest route.
Run your errands all on the same day.
A tip - move those hips! Cut down on your trips
in your car, and save gas that way!
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