Crying Globe supporter
I'm writing in sorrow
about loss, waste, and sheer stupidity
moistening this paper
with yet more angrily burning hot tears
for a planet being increasingly abused
whose end we hear knocking louder and louder on our door.
No, there will not always be another tomorrow
mornings will not be broken like the first morning
That once reminding breath of Eden
is choking on toxicities
no longer a remaining fragrance
for our aspirations
but a funereal whiff
of self-imposed annihilation.