What might have been a heaven
is rapidly becoming burning hell
hotfooted by flood and famine
as those who could have stopped it knew so well
and those who tried to warn us labelled crackpots:
remember Swampy? How he rebelled
singlehandedly while we laughed
and bopped to the sounds of Britpop?
Could we have cared less? Do we care less still?
I watch people await ‘return to normal’
let’s go back to our old ways, leave the planet ill
not fear the repercussions of our actions, mortal
we who have wept with the natural world
now see the flag of flaming death unfurled.
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Written for earthweal
This week, Sherry laments that we have systematically ignored the warnings of activists, and asks us to write the poetry of the world that might have been.