Turning the Tide
I wonder is the end nigh?
Hurricane Irma has brought it home.
Global warming in our face.
Out treatment of this Earth a disgrace.
Chaotic scenes filled our screens.
Perpetual rain battered broken homes.
Public hysteria as Irma spiraled high.
Tales of calm in the hollow of her eye.
In her wake a cacophony of voices.
Scathing at the government's choices.
Ignoring the apocalypse heading our way.
The kaleidoscope of weather patterns today.
Is it too late to turn the tide?
We see it rising fast worldwide.
They say we reap what we sow.
Now no one can deny they know.
11/09/2017
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