THE TIPPING POINT
Do we not hear the knocking on our door
Or is it that our hearing is so poor?
Is it with ignorance or arrogance
That we still plunder earth and dump our waste?
Seems our role here is to abuse nature,
For we shall rule and she shall be servile.
But now the tipping point comes to torment.
The backlash now arrives - a sobering thought.
Tis clear we’ve sown the seeds of our demise.
We saw the early signs and looked away.
But now we are facing wilder weather.
Do we not hear the knocking on our door?
Copyright © Tony Hargreaves | Year Posted 2023
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