The flowers wilt on the wracked earth,

there are no buzzing bees,

temperatures soar untempered,

children stare out of thin slits, curtains,

closed against the searing sun.

–

It was an emergency, now

it 

emerges change was too late.

Nothing growing on the farms

where water has long been gone. 

—

It was an emergency, now

it 

emerges change was too late.

Nothing growing on the farms

where water has not been

husbanded. While, in the 

fields the bones of animals

point to the sky 

and their fallen

fetid flesh 

a troubling echo.

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A gift we had of 

green Springs and golden Autumns;

we loved more

The fuel driven 

Excoriating Economy 

ignoring the Prophetic voices

crying in the rain.

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Politicians will hide behind

banalities and excuses

asking for patience

while boldly

blaming

others

but

they

were

told.