Somewhere a contaminated trickle runs through an arid landscape,
nearby are the bodies of the dying, graceful giraffes, or gilded lions,
letting their last breath and their bodies die into the brutal dry earth
as it turns to the dust of decisions and decide on coal over water.
Somewhere a thirsty man frantically digs through the burning earth.
his land is scorched and his animals dead, his larder is empty as is
his water bottle and nearby his small children, thinned by the greedy,
gobbling resources, making bad choices so that his children will die.
Somewhere a sobbing family walk away from their salt soaked land,
as the ocean rises and all along the edge are caught the evil plastic
that is poisoning all of our planet and even a mother’s tender milk,
while the leaders, salting their food, have thrown away fruitful soil.
Somewhere a scientist knows how to clear the PVCs that clogs
the mouths and bodies of fish, and whales as they are snarled up
and choked, or cut, or sicken as their stomachs fill with our bags,
and as our oceans die so will we, little by little for a gallon of oil.
Somewhere a researcher has searched out a way to stop the cycle,
by capturing the carbon the air will cool, the weather less violent
but those, who like money over others safety, stick with their choice
of self-centred, self-absorbed resolutions which will self- destruct.
Somewhere the leaders meet and pontificate about the urgency
and others declare that they have a new environment agency,
but behind their governmental doors they are washing their hands
in a horrible stink of pollution, of hidden oil and gas solutions.