Africa education global warming Nature Pastoral Poetry Uncategorized

The Wrong Way

I sit by the cliff edge

To watch the lights go out

And one by one they went

Nothing made sense

As we live in disguise,





From all our disastrous efforts

But are we prisoners of earth?

Do we have to let everything be?

If I write alone, no one will hear me

Now drums of carbon beat away

While we barely stirred from her way

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