To the man on the train

A planet full of Zombies who don’t even know to care.

They preside over a planet’s death like it isn’t even there.

“The planet isn’t hotter because I feel cold today.”

Ostrich heads deep in the sand; can’t see the truth that way.

Sometimes I want to slap them but they’d still think the same

half of them think the environment is just a bloody game.

I can’t see any real answer to the future of this place

but imminent extinction, I fear is what a we face.

About a foolhardy florilegium

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