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Stalking Stevie

Stalk my ponderings, poetry and general pencil pushing.

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climatechange

Burn

The world can’t stop, it won’t sit still.

It’s out to change, it’s out to kill.

The world hasn’t got our permission.

Instead it copies what’s in its vision.

We keep moving, it won’t stop.

We keep producing, it’s filled to the top.

Too much people, too much stuff.

If our land could talk, would it say, “enough!”?

We keep saying tomorrow we’ll be better.

But tomorrow never comes.

Just look at our landfills, the evidence in tonnes.

The world, it taps its toes in impatience.

It’s waiting for us to learn.

But we won’t learn our lesson, until it’s in flames.

And to the ground it burns.

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A Race to Extinction

Each of us better than the last

at leaving a footprint.

Why should I care?

Why should you?

The floods are few and far between.

There’s not enough to burst our guilt.

Continue reading “A Race to Extinction”

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