ENVIRONMENTAL CLUES
ENVIRONMENTAL WARNING If there be Gods, they must be miffed to witness mute, while man wild dare pollute their most essential gift of seas creating clement air. Will oceans, once with algae green, replenish air from seas unclean?
Would Gods be proud, that man has learned to squeeze the oil from ancient clay and fashion goods to earth returned as plastic trash that can't decay? Will trees, our smoke makes weak and bare, no longer grow in poisoned air?
If our Creators, we must please inventive man should soon take stock of chemicals that foul our seas, transforming Earth to lifeless rock. Will Seals applaud the end of man who made their seas his garbage can?
We've changed this world to comfort zone without regard for any guest and think the world is ours alone, all life must serve at our behest. Will something care when man is gone? Not hunted deer or orphaned fawn!
FINAL TESTAMENT Morticians charge tremendous cash turning loved ones to buried trash. Cardboard coffin for me for mourners to last see the body I want turned to ash.
AN UGLY TRUTH Polluters deny their holes in the sky where solar X-rays attack both me and you. While wise men beseech The warnings they preach, are seldom heard by those powerful few. Our prized DNA will wither away, once vanquished microbes, new forms debut. Will we recognize the shape or the size those disturbed nuclei will brew? Ozone we scatter, will our shield tatter sun shade life needs, when gone, won't renew. When lakes shed their ice we'll remember advice to lessen the smoke power plants spew. In tableau nightmarish, humans could perish, because we ignored each pertinent clue.
FINAL WARNING If there be God, He must be miffed to witness mute, while man wild dare pollute their most essential gift of seas creating clement air. Will oceans, once with algae green, replenish air from seas unclean?
Would God be proud, that man has learned to squeeze the oil from ancient clay and fashion goods to earth returned as plastic trash that can't decay? Will trees, our smoke makes weak and bare, no longer grow in poisoned air?
If our Creator, we must please, inventive man should soon take stock of chemicals that foul our seas, transforming Earth to lifeless rock. Will Seals applaud the end of man who made their seas his garbage can?
We've changed this world to comfort zone without regard for any guest and think the world is ours alone, all life must serve at our behest. Will some form of life still linger on, or something care when man is gone?
CHERNOBYL'S LEGACY In just ten years man will forget that all land masses still connect by waterways that mute collect Chernobyl trash now circumspect but holding back ten million tears.
The fatal myth will then arise that man can somehow pasteurize interring waste that's tagged with lies while poison rays still materialize for the next two thousand years.
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