Sunday, May 11, 2014

Prescient Weight

Lately I have felt a change… 

The wildlife, the weather, the skies...

A machinated onus of man,

Where everything living dies.

The ocean sands are plastics,

Marine life strangled in gill nets…

The skies are toxic gasses

Oil companies hedge their bets.

As the monuments of all mankind,

Dissolve in acid rains,

People welcome with open arms,

Oil tankers and coal trains.

Most say the rising oceans,

Won’t occur for a hundred years;

The weight of my prescient vision

Only justifies my fears.

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