trickle, trickle, little dew drops your divine tap has, all but dry up
so with no drizzle insight to bring thee rain
our tongues will all share the same dried up fate
so with a bending feeble knee i do beg thee let go of your purse and sinful coin we have no need to eat the fruit of oil
and with shallow hollow breath i do downwardly cry for who will survive?
and a little voice will say surely not i or the rich or the poor
and in the coming of the dawn the heat or the cold will only bring bones and tears drops of lost loves
for paradise was green and the oceans where (were) like of the new but we soiled her
and cover her in black goo
The ultimate blackface by crude oil! 4/19/2022 Tuesday - by: verlecia Saved right now 134 words ----------------------------------- ----------------------------------- --------Write a poem for contest Prompt: short story, global warming. - Liz G Lucas Hi, friends,
A little different contest this time. I'm asking for a short story, no more than 1,500 words. On your opinion of global warming. What you would do about it, if you could. Judging by the weather in Spain so far this year I'd say there was another ice age coming. I have upped the points for this one. Please don't deviate from the subject. Please put words in AN, along with Global Warming. Also please spell check before entering