A Global Warning
Where there’s a will there may be a way, out
Eventually, there may only be one ocean.
Clouds may burst, full of scalding rain that cannot cool our tongues and the
Land may shrink until we’re all balancing on our tip-toes.
Inside we may peer out behind glass, city indistinct from forest, and
People may curse the preceding generation, down to the last plastic straw.
Skies may darken under fiery fumes, blocking out our sun. Yet
Even now, it may not be too late for us, if only they would listen.
About the Creator
Joe O’Connor
New Zealander
English teacher
Short stories and poems📚
Please be honest- I would love your constructive feedback, as it's the only way I'll get better. Would rather it was pointed out so I can improve!
Currently writing James The Wonderer
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