Arm a geddon worried

Is there meaning? I wonder some days

as the world goes on in meaningless ways.

But maybe the journey the planet is on

Is the echo of the place we have gone.

We’ve plunged down a path of meaningless wealth

And with the planet, and indeed our own health

In crisis each day – a deepening pit;

We’d better wake up ‘fore we’re all deep in it.

I hope they are wrong, the Doomsdayer throng

But I think that I hear the planets death song.

Lest we make the big shift to caring for all

The last earthly empire will very soon fall.

This place where we live; this bubble in Space

Will simply revolt and wipe us off its face.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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