The moon stared through the dust at the landscape,
barely limming rooftops and rare trees with her light,
and down in the streets no one moves as the dark
oppression of climate collapse knocks on their doors.
Hiding behind a front door a child peeps through the
unsealed letter box, and smells the dust and heat of
a hundred nights that harried nature into silence, and
slowed the breath of millions of condemned creatures.
As the moon sets the shining stars sparkle in the sky,
but below on the earth no one sees, for the earth has
turned to gritty fragments which hide their sparkling
beauty for a world turning to a darkening, deadly way.
Too soon the sun warms the grit and ash until the air
makes lungs gasp and bleed and give up their hope.
And, so they lay on the earth and are soon covered by
blackness of oil, coal, wood fires, plastic and human
detritus, which soiled its way into the fighting words of
a century of cries – that destruction was the destiny and
the politicians listened and did their own thing licensing
oil exploration, coal excavation against science and tho’
children struck, people marched and wrote to their loss
leaders, who like an arrogant army of ants all over the
land they devastated jungles, forests and farmland with
poisons, pollution and greenhouse gases spilt large, til
the rivers ran dry, armies fought over water, and blood
stained the ground where food and been, for brother
fought brother for a bite, while suffocating particles
filled the arid air until the once homely planet supports