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Climate Crisis

Four Elements

By Josh ClementsPublished 5 months ago Updated 5 months ago 1 min read
Haikus on Climate Emergency


Mined and spat upon,

Pyres high, are made way too tall,

A heart dead, so dull.


Our poor pale blue dot,

A fork can not drink you full,

Empty oceans, cruel.


Up and all around,

Invisible gasping crowd,

Dirty, poison now.


Hotter and hotter

Flames furrowed our sinful brows,

The ashen rain fell.

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About the Creator

Josh Clements

Known to scribble away at my fantasy novel, screenplays, poems and short stories.

Tastes may vary.

Twitter: @JoshuaClements89

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