Oceans sink heat and swell devouring coasts,
Cyclonic eyes drift still further afield,
Tidal surges are more frequent and real,
Low countries drowned, are lost with no big deal,
Displaced must leave their sterile saline lands
Cultures usurped by the Anthropocene
Pandemic see insidious ways, and
Mass extinctions, diminished future days.
Treaties pledge and new science brings to bare,
In late hours, what on Earth will make us care
To change our ways universal and bold,
Last chance to secure our tenuous hold?
Within each heart we carry great prospect,
To proceed or fail, tied to Earth's respect.
Danny Draper 20/2/2015
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