Does It Not Make Sense... (Global Warming) Poem by The Original Tom Maxwell

Million of miles,
Paved roads and streets,
Acres of concrete, and bricks,
All holding, reflecting heat.

A growing population,
Everyone cooking to eat,
As we each produce,
Almost, a hundred degrees, body heat.

All living creatures,
Need water to survive,
Those melting icebergs,
A backup plan, to keep us alive.

Hot lava in our planet,
The sun we circle, everyday,
Does it not make sense,
Global warming today.


Tom Maxwell copyright 2007 A.D.