- Poem by LionHeart
Are we taking into account what nature wants?
Or is this some grand plan
where nature tolerates us for as long as it can?
One last plea of neglect. That’s the story.
The sad excuse for our irresponsibility:
guilt’s evasion deciding which choice
to attach our humility, we say
we’re sorry.
One last plea. That’s our story,
we’re sticking to it. Even apologies
can be a last line of defence: A commitment
to irresponsibility’s psychosis, we say
I’m sorry.
But the Earth’s sea is becoming carnivorous,
no building will stand in the way
its appetite, out of hand, out of mind,
imagine Big Ben or the Eiffel Tower
stuck — a toothpick — in the jaws of sea levels rising
as high as temperatures and temperaments
because our responsibility
required too much drastic change, just too much of us.
Are we taking into account what nature wants?
I’m asking for the Earth’s wellbeing, for ours,
before our very own insidious inability
forces its hand further
making it the architect of our coup de grâce.
We’re all so sorry
when an apology’s deadline
was yesterday, and
its line of defence: a wall:
comes crashing down like a tsunami,
for this abusive
relationship, of apologizing
without action, and all the advice
in the world.