Point of No Return

Just a 0.3 degrees celsius 

Is humanity from disaster away

But keeps destroying the planet 

Till life to Man's whims falls prey*






(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
     16 November 2016

*Yesterday was announced that the temperature of the planet rose by 1.2 degrees out of 1.5 that has been set as the point of no return.
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Bateman Avatar
November 16, 2016 at 5:42 AM
Herr Professor!! Ich finde das auch so!! Unfortunately, the recent "election" of "President Trump" in the USA doesn't help matters. If he ends up pulling the USA out of the World Climate Accord, this will only help accelerate more pollution and climatic problems, but please Exxon-Mobile and other major corporate conglomerates and polluters. We can only hope and pray for more positive "Green Energy Technology" and other positive political actions to push us in a better direction. A "7+"!! Gary
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November 16, 2016 at 8:13 AM
Danke mein freund, Gary! What you say is true but we should not let people like Trump to sacrifice life for the profit! I know you are with me in that let us hope that things will change before it is too late! Thank you so much for your delightful visit and generous grading!
Gupta Avatar
November 16, 2016 at 4:39 AM
Appalling ... Very well said ... A great poem ...
Trifiatis Avatar
November 16, 2016 at 8:08 AM
Appalling, indeed my friend, Probir! Thank you for your gracious visits and comments!
Andresen Avatar
November 16, 2016 at 3:58 AM
- The people are not ignorant ... but their "profits" here and now means more than the future - A great poem, my friend - a 7 - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
Andresen Avatar
November 16, 2016 at 12:58 PM
- Worthless, my friend !
Trifiatis Avatar
November 16, 2016 at 8:08 AM
What good the profits would be for them my dearest, Anne-Lise, when they die? Thank you for your support and grading!
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