We stand at the frontier of a global disaster.
With a measure that ruled a way
now well past its day.
Imagining a future no one can see.
Drawing pictures, measures, for 'a never been before'.
Guessing games.
Mind sets of a dying age.
Solutions in frames.
Stitching the planet up.
This global disaster is a human one of
endless exploitation,
plunder war attack defence.
In abundance, greed, pollution, hurt, need.
We are not masters of the earth.
She could spit us off in a puff of smoke.
Stroke of lightening.
Thunderous roar of water cascading,
drowning us all in a split second of time.
Her intelligence is being ignored.
She is annoyed about being destroyed.
Hurt like a women, or a man raped.
It is a human disaster.
Not a global one.
Not A Global Disaster
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