
Is It Too Late 1/30/19
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Category : Poems
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It came like a rush of springThe green grass smelled sweetThe sun warmed our heartsThe air crisp and cleanThen in time spring began to turnThe grass began to fadeThe sun began to burnThe air began to stenchThere were those out thereWho were alarmed and asked “why?”They looked for around and sawExhaust from the carsSmoke from the stacksSewerage pouring into the seasThey sent out their warning“Look- breath-tasteMany listened but many more laughedThey were living the good lifeThe politicians were counting their votesAnd the factory owners-their profitsWith time eyes began to burnThroats began to coughThe subtle changes were becomingnews storiesPeople were beginning to see and livethose changesBut the powers that be still sawMoney -power -profitThen a strange thing happenedPeople alarmed by new realityBanded together - all over the worldMoney-power- profit began to fadeMany doughters became supportersBut people were wearing face masksDoctors had new challengesFinally like a tidal wave the evidencewas clearBut was it too late? For some YESAs weather brought new destructionWe are now confronting this monsterEnvironment the going catch phrase and awareness Is universalThe question that remains -as this newbattle ensues for us-our children and their childrenIS IT LATE