Endless arguments over the children:
“They will have less” say the economists.
“They will inherit the wind”, the literary environmentalist offers
Both are wishes, looking for a saviour.
Sadly, we have moved beyond Grace.
We cannot reverse the Sun’s direction,
Or the damage we have done.
As always, the prophets look in their rear view mirrors.
“As it was, so shall it be” is DOA.
We have been called upon by a physician
Prescribing hallucinogenics,
We fret for the unformed
They will reap what we have sown.
Ah! the doctor knows better.
No lamentations will move the tide.
Do you note the waves upon us?
Too late now to argue directional changes.
It is not our children or grandchildren
Who will first taste the salt.
We have followed need into comfort,
Now we accept the convenient.
Where higher deck chairs may give a better view,
If you wish to see what is coming.
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