The dragon fled hells open gates to kill
Enacting its instinctive fatal drill,
Destroying all beneath denials lash
And in ruins bleached all opposed to ash.
Digesting fear it towed its corpse spare bag
Harbinger, by ignorance long haggard,
Hot acrid deserts grew and droughts prevailed
Some sought salvation from myth and wailed.
Generations oblivious to this
Consumed all in muted happy wilful bliss,
Leaders failed and pretended there was time,
Descendants held such negligence a crime.
We in denial brought this all aboard,
And must adapt to what it ill affords.
Danny Draper 23/10/2013
Isn't it time that someone actually listened to the wailing Earth...that the price to be paid for ignorance will be astronomical...I try to practice Being Green, with much more consciousness...sadly I know we...I... could do more. Thanks for the reminder, Danny.
Generations oblivious to this Consumed all in muted happy wilful bliss, Many enviornmental problems arise from the deliberate or inadvertant abuse, misuse and over use of natural resources by thoughtless human beings who have no concern for the posterity! But how long we can continue to be in this wilful bliss? A powerful sonnet!
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If John Webster was around today he's probably write something just as apocalyptic as this. The raw grain of truth is so hard for most people to listen less see, and yet you cut through the reality with the swiftness of a machete with very beautiful use of language. And that closing We in denial brought this all aboard, And must adapt to what it ill affords. I fear this could be our epitaph when the lights go out.