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Trapped in a dark place It impacts us all. Nature can tell apart Our words and missing deeds. Only too well it knows That setting a target Is not reaching a goal. Those with unfounded claims In their glossy world of unreality Feign concern. Fiddling at the edges They talk of the path to zero and Indulge in brazen greenwashing. Concealing their aims Misusing the force of state To ensure their goals are met. Just fronts for vested interests Devious, underhand Labyrinthine. But die back and die away Leave no chance to Recover and restore No hope to ever Preserve and sustain. What looms ahead of us In the distance? A distance We are hurtling towards. And we seem to choose Anything rather than act: Just accept that we cannot See the stars anymore. What is there left to do But grieve? |
