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Parched
“We have been living through a time of sorrow. Our
seed remains seed, but our nostrils are dusty.”
--Warren Eyster.
The Earth is in crisis, yet again.
This time we are calling it Global Warming.
In our Southwest, rivers are quickly turning into
trickle streams, and reservoirs are drying up
into silty puddles--but damn, too often when it
does rain, it hits like a torrent, as vehicles hydro--
plane off highways into overflowing ditches, and
terrible flash floods roar down
dry arroyos seeking victims.
Republicans inform us, in their incredible ignorance,
that we are delusional, that global warming is nothing
more than a liberal illusion, while we watch glaciers
melt, & Venice & New Orleans lose streets to the sea.
I tell you there is a drought in politics as well,
where anger stimulates stupidity,
where democracy limps like a lame dog,
where liberty is losing its luster,
where fascists, racists, bullies, and bankers seed fear
into a cash crop, reaping millions of misguided supporters,
where justice becomes a slut, bought & sold, as lawyers,
judges, & politicians strut arrogantly like a den of whore
mongers.
When lips are parched,
we pray for rain, but we must
beware of deluge.
Glenn Buttkus
Posted over at dVerse Poets Pub
