#poem
Earth Weeps
Yes I can talk of rain,
The pitter-patter of dripping,
Flushed public drains,
Sultry souls looking.
Nature’s liquor sustain.
Bold strokes of lightening,
Acid burns and stain,
People humming.
Hard or soft on panes,
Puddles rise on filling,
Reflections bright again
And buses splashing.
Droughts in the plain,
Too much else flooding,
Spilling in the main,
On demand its calling.
Ice melts, who to blame?
Seas rise to our warming,
Downfalls, clouds reign,
To end humans being.
Copyright Ⓒ 2019 Chris Pat Kirk all rights reserved
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