They Are Coming - Poem by Stan Petrovich
The giant hissing cockroaches
And centipedes long as your arm
Will be here
Due to global warming.
It's too late to stop it, too.
We have poured the fuel
Down the throats of our carburetors
(And big oil)
For long enough now.
Your grandchildren will not have the pleasure
Of azure skies and red sunsets,
Only green acid rain
Because the 'devout' who disdain
Evolution (science) and funding proper education
First will come the mosquitoes, blackening the skies
And with the mosquitoes, bats, moving the skies;
Next time you get a bat in your home
Go out and sell your car
And take the bus.
No more Sunday drives.
They are a slap in the face of humanity.
Rabies is coming as well.
Make no mistake, they are coming.
I see it every day.
I will not say to you, 'Look at the diminished polar ice, '
Because you already know about that;
It's the monster that come in tow;
About them I want you to know.
Comments about They Are Coming by Stan Petrovich
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.