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He Who Laughs Last Will Be A Fertile Mutant Cockroach
When I look up in the air
I can see the wind blowing,
I can see the trees dying
From the tears the sky is crying.
It'll take much more than care
To ease Mother Nature's pain,
To wash acid out of rain.
Oil is a quiet hurricane.
Show them all the evidence,
But they won't believe their eyes.
Even now they still deny
Water is not all that clouds the sky.
When the rain forests are all gone
There won't be enough to eat.
When carbons footprint's complete
There won't be anything but heat.
That's no way to heat our home.
We need an alternative,
And more initiative.
The bottom line is that we live!
Honey Bees dying, no way to pollinate,
or fresh water to grow food,
Not enough for us to drink,
or wash away our body stink.
No room to houze more people,
or oxygen to breathe.
While carbon monoxide
Drives us on our final ride.
If we murder Mother Earth,
Count now what your money won't be worth.
No one will laugh, no one will wear the final smile,
There will be no one to put on trial.
I can see the wind blowing,
I can see the trees dying
From the tears the sky is crying.
It'll take much more than care
To ease Mother Nature's pain,
To wash acid out of rain.
Oil is a quiet hurricane.
Show them all the evidence,
But they won't believe their eyes.
Even now they still deny
Water is not all that clouds the sky.
When the rain forests are all gone
There won't be enough to eat.
When carbons footprint's complete
There won't be anything but heat.
That's no way to heat our home.
We need an alternative,
And more initiative.
The bottom line is that we live!
Honey Bees dying, no way to pollinate,
or fresh water to grow food,
Not enough for us to drink,
or wash away our body stink.
No room to houze more people,
or oxygen to breathe.
While carbon monoxide
Drives us on our final ride.
If we murder Mother Earth,
Count now what your money won't be worth.
No one will laugh, no one will wear the final smile,
There will be no one to put on trial.
Published 27th Aug 2011
| Edited 29th Dec 2024
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Anonymous
28th Aug 2011 00:18am
I laughed so hard at the title but its a very serious poem and so very true. I noticed the date of this poem is over 20 years ago. When did you write the other one "Mother Oh Mother"? I really love that one too!
This is very visual and although we dont hear about the ozone hole anymore, the same people are still in denile over climate change and only think about financial costs and dont care about the cost to nature. But in the end it will also cost more money and maybe their lives too. And maybe mine and maybe yours and yousr and yours and yours.........
This is very visual and although we dont hear about the ozone hole anymore, the same people are still in denile over climate change and only think about financial costs and dont care about the cost to nature. But in the end it will also cost more money and maybe their lives too. And maybe mine and maybe yours and yousr and yours and yours.........
