Message of Care
Dark clouds mass; rain falls all around,
People huddle under restructured ground,
Sneer at the weather with contempt, with despite,
Unfazed, the rain continues, giving no respite.
Can you not see this is life! Nature cries,
Nobody heeds the call; no body tries;
Unable to hear a language lost,
Comfort for people, whatever the cost.
Deeper the torrent each stream does grow,
Desperate the message it attempts to show;
Wrath upon this world could be lain,
The power to start anew is its gain.
Ignorance turns up the heat, closes the curtain,
We'll be fine; of this we're certain;
The last laugh is yet to be decided,
For nature, on this planet; has always resided.
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I'm thinking that the poem (occasional short story) should be the focus of this blogg thus witterings have been relocated down this end of the bargain. Also I'm not always going to have crapola to say and this will make it much less obtrusive.
Some days I wish my heart would listen to my head. I'm weary today.
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