Climate Crisis
Four Elements
Earth:
Mined and spat upon,
Pyres high, are made way too tall,
A heart dead, so dull.
Water:
Our poor pale blue dot,
A fork can not drink you full,
Empty oceans, cruel.
Air:
Up and all around,
Invisible gasping crowd,
Dirty, poison now.
Fire:
Hotter and hotter
Flames furrowed our sinful brows,
The ashen rain fell.
About the Creator
Josh Clements
Trying to write when my health allows. Fatal Bus Crash Survivor. Spinal Disability. ADHD. PTSD.
Scribbling with a tear and a smile 🥲
Twitter: @JoshClements89
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