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In the story of the world Our time has been but The wink of an eyelid. A thin slice which could easily Have been skipped over. Now a narrow window is Fast closing and all we have are The meaningless promises Uttered by those in power To keep their privileges. Gone are the years of plenty. This earth we thought we owned, We thought was ours for the taking, Has left us with nowhere to hide. Now we cannot buy time to right The wrong we’ve done. We should have listened To what nature was telling us Instead we chose to just sit, Sit and watch the world Unravel in front of us. |
