Wet Feet
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With each swing of the swing the sea level rises
each lump of coal burned defrosts the ice shelf
each squeeze on the accelerator Earth's future demises
But its too late, or almost too late to assert oneself
The deed is done; we shall reap what we have sown
Gaia will call us to account, our Earth is not our own.
Copyright © John Anderson | Year Posted 2019
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