Before it's All Too Late

 

Before it’s All Too Late

Gliding through space and time,

evolving, birth to death,

moments, thoughts, reflected,

of mankind’s dying breath.

All unfolds, surreal dream,

with lifetime, to make right,

weighty task to fix the world,

reverse its deadly plight.

A dead licentious spire,

civilization gone,

cities lay in decay,

in the nemesis dawn.

Answers in the ruins,

where victor’s words are sung,

compiled in debris,

the book of what was done.

Glaring in omissions,

of moral common sense,

plays in opposition,

to silence and pretense.

Industries empowered,

political decrees,

carried out desires,

that no one claimed to see.

Oceans fate, void of life,

a horror that unfolds,

feeds the burning forests,

of brittle bracken Wolds.

Fate that has not happened,

but will with status quo,

wake from all the damage,

and change what drives it so.

Time is short for us all,

a torus deals our fate,

end the madness and the greed,

before its all too late.

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The Activist Poet