The Time Is Now
The time is now
This morning I rose, of sorts
The sun came up too
Without my hoist and sling
That’s the thing
And the sunshine rings its bell
Among the fires darkening their hell
As our temperature rises
Our is you and me
All of us,
This part we play on earth
Life, death, birth
In various orders or disorders
We record each event with posts
To avoid our hosts
Unknown, unseen,
The epitome of mean
And evil
They seem natural
In their role of boss
As the climate changes
It is our loss, not theirs
They and their heirs
Look for new ways of profiting
Among the green filled bath
And we fall for their
Almost every time
No more, here is their door
The new Marie Antoinettes will get no more
Than they deserve
To preserve our very nature
We need a new one
Come, the time is nigh
The time is now
Copyright © John Passant | Year Posted 2019
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