Global Warming
Record ice storms reported in the news.
Multiple car pileups.
Unwary pedestrians fading into sinkholes.
Power lines down, roofs caving in.
God is angry, letting us know
he’s still in control.
No more towers of Babel!
At the tower reaching toward heaven
he confused their language
and scattered them to the ends of the earth.
He who moves mountains with his finger
and sways the ocean with his breath
sends the same message to us.
In frozen punctuation, he shouts
Quit playing God!
I look for the humor in any situation.
Notice the change in lingo.
It’s no longer “Global Warming”
but newly termed “Climate Change.”
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2015
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