Humanity can go to Hell

So many worlds now linger
awaiting the licking finger.
The doom and death of fire;
my land’s a funeral pyre.
So many refused to hear
the call of Gaia – faint but clear.
Now She shakes away her pain
caused by us for Mammon’s gain.
Of this plague She’ll rid her shell;
humanity can go to Hell.

About a foolhardy florilegium

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