I sense tears
In the ether
A quiet sobbing
As if the planet itself
Is quietly weeping
At the rhetoric
Of the gathering
Of the clans
Making their plans
To further delay
Of the necessary changes
As late as possible
Rather than the logical option
To start acting right now
Time is of the essence
They are likely
To put of until tomorrow
What needs doing today
One action
Speaks louder
Than a thousand words
But all we get
Are empty promises
What is wrong with these people?

by Jemia