Catastrophe
What I know will not save me.
Polar ice caps melting,
Northwest passage open all year round.
Longer, drier droughts,
stormier storms,
our output the magnifier.
What I don't know is whether
Big Money knows and denies
or really is not persuaded.
Living in the moment to some
means crushing other people's moments,
stomping on futures.
What I don't want to know are excuses
for belligerent behaviours,
for continued exploitation
of conditions which apply to us all.
I don't want to hear polite pain
justifying self-satisfaction.
We need a new Franklin
to explore the unknown passages
in the craniums of those for whom
science is not reason enough.
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