Something about the lighting today
Is causing birds to fly window way
And, bang, they crash
In to my wall of glass
Large brown dog on high alert
He just loves a feathered dessert
All the clouds ahead of the front
Border to border, storms on the hunt
We'll likely get rain, up north snow
Somewhere, twisty winds will blow
For VA, overnight is the forecast
Only in the darkness will it last
Then November reality will return
No sunscreen needed, ain't gonna burn
Jackets, perhaps gloves, yes, a hat
Is where we will again be at
November 11, Veteran's Day
Never one to join in that fray
Go to 'Nam, won't no way
Seems always the young that pay
What if no one would ever sign up
End of war, would be abrupt?
Old guys that start wars won't go
Rake in cash, sit back run the show
Poor boys & now girls, off to the fight
Exxon, Lockheed smile in delight
Sadly, since ain't no money in peace
Very unlikely warring will cease
Talking in hard, compromise, too
So, waving guns, is what we do
🔫 vs. 🌋
Still 20 volcanoes blasting away
Plates collide, shift, shake & sway
Temps are a'rising, oceans full of trash
But, bombs & guns bring in the cash
Sea levels rise, flood a coastal street
Millions wander with nothing to eat
Too many billions, too little fun
And, way too many carry a gun
Don't need to listen, never will hear
Just wave the gun, bring on the fear
With that gun, think you're in charge
Ignore Earth rules, that loom large
Refuse to Adapt, now many Migrate
Starvation the reality they await
Don't have kids you can't feed
For your excess, we have no need
Ignorance & hollow superstition
(why isn't allah helping....?)
Got humans in tough position
Here forest leaves are a'glow
For a walk, I need to go
In Glasgow, boomers spew crap
Seem good letting young take the rap
In reality, most are aware
That Earth does not care
But, losing cash, rich will not bear
Another reality, life ain't fair
Every day: Adapt, Migrate or Die
Only rules you gotta buy
Today On Earth
And, that ain't no bull
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