A Past

We’re looking down the barrel of a great big bloody gun;
we’ve gone and made an enemy of our old friend the Sun.
Yet still we rape and plunder, committing nature crimes
but we don’t seem to panic in what could be our End Times.
We carry on like nothing’s happening, not a worry or a care
yet just within our lifetime – earth’s death lurks there.
Perhaps it’s time to panic and change our ways at last
or we won’t have a future, just a dead planet with a past.

About a foolhardy florilegium

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