Climate Change And The Insane

Can we talk climate change it seems to cause so much pain, I’ve felt the hate in it’s debate some say it’s much to late. People will kill and others will die, I’m lost to understand yet still I try. It’s like the Titanic! some will panic, why can’t we see it affects both you and me, the first class cabins and third class bunks went to the bottom of the same sea. How long do we wait! when will it be to late to change our fate, there have been international investigations, earth-orbiting satellite technological presentations. There have been down right manipulations, unrealistic stories more geared to an economic situation. What is never lost! is what will it cost! never what will be lost. We are a divided people at best there are those who could care less, while other’s will succumb to the stress. We first need to make a plan to educate our fellow man, only then can we make our stand. Look at facts not in dispute, yet some folks still call it a fluke, the worlds shrinking ice sheets are telling, to any fool it should be compelling. When global seas rise communities will be pushed aside by the tides, still some decision are based on pride. Can we take Earth’s vital signs or just wait to see what happens over time, is that the act of someone who has lost their mind. Industrialization! it hasn’t been that long but it sings man’s song and we’ve all sung along, we all are apart of what is wrong. It’s time to step to the plate no longer can we hesitate, our demise will not be a twist of fate simply lacking the courage for haven sake. We need only to look to the past, our fore fathers told the tales in fables that were destine to last. The printed books we have read with stories filling our heads, clean crisp morning air with clear blue waters running every where, such purity that’s no longer here. Can one not understand your forty pieces of silver in hand, do not come with you at the end. The gold to behold unfolds before your eyes, it’s in the cheetah in the chase, zebra sets the pace. Seeing the flickering light in fresh water steams, where the bear and the trout play on opposite teams. Can you compute the cost of that lost, cold hearts of tin! wicked minds full of sin and rotten to the end.