Someday To Late Poem by Randy McClave

One day it will be to late
And then we must answer to our fate,
Already many have called for Jesus
To help each and everyone of us.
The world is getting more greedy
People are getting more seedy,
The world is full of hate, lies and corruption
That is fact and not an assumption.
We don't believe in climate change
Those who believe it many call derange,
And people still want to pollute
To save our environment they are all mute.
Our land and rivers are being dumped with trash
Because, the wealthy are making more cash,
And our world is getting much hotter
For Mother Nature we never fought for her.
In her belly we are digging for coal and oil
We are destroying and polluting the soil,
Then when environmentalists demand our energy should be clean
The wealthy and the gullible then scream.
The earth is indeed burning
And the heads of the wealthy and the greedy are not turning,
They all know the solution
But, they'd rather have the money and the pollution.
The earth is God's footstool
I learned that years ago in Sunday school,
The earth we have raped, polluted and beaten
God had given us the Garden of Eden.

Randy L. McClave