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Storm Front

What else can we expect
Nothing more,
Nothing less,
Within a world
Of turmoil and mess,
Where dark clouds
From dark storms a mass,
On horizons from dawn to dusk,
More frequently than we have ever seen,
Do you still think climate change
As just make believe,
As the storms roll in
And the winds with titanic fury gusts
And waves from the tempestuous seas smash seafront,
As the rain lashes down in sheets that in turn,
Transform streets in to rivers as the drains overflow
And we suffer floods, destruction and more
And on the news the talk and echoes of nuclear war
And meanwhile half a world away
A bomb goes off and people are killed and maimed,
Are the storms a natural phenomenon,
Or are they cause by machines built by science
For greedy corporation’s and governments,
Or has nature just decided it has had too much
And humanity is due to be crushed
Under the weight of the storms,
Or nuclear doom
We can make our future be of salvation or doom
But its up to us and it’s time to decide,
Fight back or just let it all slide
But as more storm clouds darken our skies,
As we prepare for another primordial reprise,
From nature in all is forceful, powerful, strength,
Reducing down the light
And beauty that on Earth we know exists,
Will we continue to exploit and damage it,
Or choose to start to nurture it and find a fix.

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