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Catastrophe

Cocooned in our fragile certainties

We fail to hear or see

Our looming, manufactured catastrophe

As avarice and arrogance 

Headlong in equal measure 

Poison and desolate

This marvellous earth we treasure.

How is it that we acquiesce

To these authors of our distress?

Accept, conspire, and even applaud,

The vulgar sowers of our discord

Peddling a bankrupt ideology

That savages our precious ecology. 

Giving way to these wanton thieves and liars

Who stoke the flames and set the fires…

And yet, 

And yet, we dreamily demur

From this heinous, vital spur

Pretend we’re blind to the devastation

And mortal wounds to our shared creation

Struggling to avoid or understand

The irreparable damage done to our land

For we surely know they wither and damn us

As we feed them the rope that hangs us

But we block our ears and shake our heads

And in guilt and shame take to our beds,

Yes we know in our hearts it’s not enough

To turn away, and not call their bluff

We have to change

We must re-order

Or stay the same

And face the slaughter.

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