G.R. Gaus

Rookie - 141 Points (April 11 1950 / St. Louis)

Fevered Pitch - Poem by G.R. Gaus

How warm, must the surface rise?
Before humans finally understand,
As rusty clouds, hang in the skies,
Destiny calls; to a no man's land.

Most of us like to point the finger,
Pass the blame, on who's at fault,
The longer we wait, talk and linger,
More damage, won't come to a halt.

Once an idea is set in motion,
Production and companies thrive,
Along the rivers, into the ocean,
Marine life, struggles to survive.

Pay the fine, and continue to dump,
No matter, the environment's cost,
Methane and oil, proceed to pump,
Delicate resources; forever lost.

When will it become, far too late?
That moment, we cross the line,
All of God's people, lie still in wait,
Until the diagnosis, becomes, benign.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Let's suppose that mother earth is actually a living organism just like a human being, and she can become sick, the same as us. When we sometimes get sick we can run a fever which is our natural defense system to destroy the virus taking place in our system. Do you suppose it's possible, the earth is trying to get rid of her virus, which is us; as her temperature rises at a fevered pitch…..

Comments about Fevered Pitch by G.R. Gaus

  • Valerie Dohren (4/13/2012 1:49:00 PM)

    Excellent - like it lots. I have written a few about the environment. It's such an important issue. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 13, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, April 16, 2012

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