On The Verge Of Collapse Poem by Mark Heathcote

Our ecosystems are on the verge of collapse
And we behave like omniscient gods of perhaps.
Perhaps if we do this and do that right now!
Preventative measures will somehow work.

It's a fortune cookie fable, sat around an oak table
For the Grimm brothers and our G8 members,
These preparatory meetings are for one main summit,
Who is holding who- accountable for these changes?

Of course, they have their very own cavalcades
And arrive in private jets. It's an annual event
To say no one must needlessly die; no one must fry.
Let's co-operate and address these challenges.

Let's take vital actions today, today.
Same as we've always done. Like a guardian moon
Talking about the warmth of the sun tomorrow,
Always tomorrow. Let's not forget all life is borrowed.

We may be like omniscient gods of hope, and perhaps
But in a season or two, even we'll collapse
And be renewed like wheat in a field it's in the wake
Of a storm, some must live, and others must die.