2021, Junior, Poetry & Spoken Word

crashing rain into crashing waves
seething seas and bruising tides
whirling winds and cutting drops
every animal runs and hides

frothing anger in frothing seas
held in two hands of stone
dashing down from clouds in rain
through which no light shone

there is anger in the thunder clouds
rage in the harsh falling rain
the storms are coming, and will upturn
the world in boiling seas of pain.

this is our world, our lives reflected
in the choked ocean waves,
in the burning rain, impure, acidic
in the water, animals in their early graves.

reflected in the starving poor,
in the countless deaths
of curable disease, in the polluted
water and shortening breaths

thundering grey storm clouds
black smoke and coal dust hide
rain storms trying to cleanse the land
of plastics, that yet abide

the rising seas will drown us all
and wash from the Earth our trace
what good can an imagined wealth do
when by all, equal devastation is faced?

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