Tectonic
A poem on climate change
Trembling winds of change The earth begins to move The purple distant range Stumbles past the tectonic groove.
Dark rumbles of thunder Droplets of silver rain Movement from down under Floodwaters on the plain.
Tall tectonic edifices Crafted by raw elements Mountains with rock faces Made in tectonic moments.
Building new tomorrows A place we never saw before Melting bygone sorrows Melt under the door.
Pieces of the past are cast Releasing desperate demons Movement from deep cores Mere words have different meanings.
Deep tectonic plates Rub, rise and then erupt Accompanied by the fates Ever ready to corrupt.
Sending tsunami waves To obliterate the shore Feckless folk to early graves Life swallowed by the maw.
Tectonic windows Opened by erosion Sighing their last throes In a volcanic explosion.
Climate change creeps From heavens into hell The rising seas keep seeping Into the earth’s death knell.
Comets in the heavens Stars streaming from above Raining night-time sessions Screaming out for love.
Caring for our planet For our family of the future Aware of the whole gamut Joined with a fragile suture.
The wallpaper of our minds Covering the truth Closing up the blinds And hiding in a booth.
Strategic dour denials Made for political gain The known mistrials And shifting of the blame.
One voice and single action Moves multitudes toward Each opposite reaction Toward a path of moving forward.
Join hands together Let’s build a better place A new world that we can live in With a smile upon her face.
©
David Rudder 21st March 2021
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