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The flowers wilt on the wracked earth,
there are no buzzing bees,
temperatures soar untempered,
children stare out of slits in curtains
closed against the searing sun.
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It was an emergency, now
it
emerges change was too late.
Nothing growing on the farms
where water has not been
husbanded. While, in the
fields the bones of animals
point to the sky
and their fallen
fetid flesh
a troubling echo.
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A gift we had of
green Springs and golden Autumns;
we loved more
the fuel driven
excoriating Economy
ignoring the prophetic voices
crying in the rain.
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Politicians will hide behind
banalities and excuses
asking for patience
while blaming
others
but
they
were
told.
