No change but climate change

a poem in warm March


Moped noisy
Alone in the street

The bike is my hero
More than a tool
Precious and neat

A fatal flower
Blossoms
Breaks open the huge human made bridge

Cars
Slide down

Drowning in the river

Fire fire fire
Total meltdown
Mars is just a candy decades away
Not a roof to live under

The little child carries a smile
An innocent weapon

Business men naked
Feeling disgusted looking at their crimes

When the last river is poisoned
The white men will die