Friday, 22 February 2019

Tides Get High



All that stuff lives left behind
To rot and be transformed
Becoming jewels and fossil fuels
Cooking, washing, fires that warmed

Evidence mounts that rot is not
In the long-term life sustaining
By fouling up our precious air
Greenhouse clouds are heat retaining

The billionaires aren’t happy at all
Their mountain cash may be depleted
Though what is cash but paper mash
When human life is soon defeated

The planet will get over us
For time is largely on its side
As human monsters like the dinosaurs 
Find no place where they can hide