by Ernie McCray
As if our country|
isn’t in enough of a mess already,
our issues are compounded
when we pause
and reflect on
the biggest problem
we human beings face:
the show
Mother Nature
is putting on
as though she’s in a race
to erase our species from
the Milky Way,
ripping and tearing
here and there and
every which way,
bashing us
with winds
that blow
at velocities
unheard of;
roasting us with temperatures
in degrees
no one ever thought of,
while blizzards
are becoming the status quo
of how
snow now falls
from above,
and, my,
how the wildfires
roar, stubbornly,
out of control,
there flames
in a rush,
and the seas rise
as glaciers, some eons old,
melt way
in a gush…
And we have a president
responding to these climate changes
by making a vow to us
that he will
“Drill, baby, drill,”
and he’s
selling t-shirts
as part of the deal,
letting us know
loudly and clearly
that he in no way cares about us,
so, working to solve the problem
is going to be up to us,
and that means it will be critical for us
to realize
that it’s the future generations,
the children of older generations
and their children’s generation
and so on and so on down the line,
in time,
who will feel the brunt
of what’s become
a struggle for survival
for our species.
And this quest
to continue existing
calls on us
to come together
in historic proportions
because we will need each other,
more than we ever have before
in human history,
as we cannot succeed
in performing the tasks that will be necessary
to keep ourselves safe
on Earth,
other than through
gathering together
in behalf of our children,
modeling for them
ways to change the world
for the better,
in any way we can,
anywhere we can:
in our churches,
in our schools,
in our social groups,
in our service organizations,
in our neighborhoods,
in our volunteering,
in our businesses,
in our local, state, and federal politics,
in shelters and such,
letting our social and political
and racial and religious barriers,
et al
and fruitless suspicions
that separate us
fall by the wayside,
along with any other
misguided ideas
that might apply –
so that somewhere down the line
a generation won’t have to
kiss it all goodbye.
Oh, well,
just some thoughts
I felt compelled
to comprise.
