Broken System Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The great ocean sleeps, a giant stirred,
A watery road, now getting blurred.
The AMOC sighs, a weary sigh,
Beneath a changing, troubled sky.

The cold heart falters, starts to slow,
Where icy rivers used to flow.
A broken system, frayed and worn,
A promise whispered, then withdrawn.

America shivers, ice so deep,
A frozen slumber, secrets keep.
The Arctic warms, a twisted game,
The swirling vortex, not the same.

It wobbles, weakens, loses hold,
A chilling story to be told.
The icy breath, a southward sweep,
While polar lands, their warm tears weep.

Australia burns, a fiery tear,
A hopeless hymn, filled with fear.
The ancient land, in smoke concealed,
Its fragile beauty, now revealed.

The heat it rises, year by year,
A silent warning, drawing near.
The flames they dance, a wicked grace,
Leaving behind an empty space.

The smoke ascends, a dark balloon,
Warming the sky, beneath the moon.
The winds they shift, in disarray,
A broken system, day by day.

Oh, ocean giant, wake once more,
And find the strength you had before.
For in your health, our hope resides,
To mend the world, where beauty hides.


T M.Solvang