When the bees are all silenced
By Glyphosate laced grains.
When our waste and our garbage
Are choking sea lanes.
When the stocks are fished out
and the oceans then die.
When the struggle for life
Is once more eye for eye.
Is it too late to ask
Why we’re consumed with hate?
Why, for sake of a buck,
A planet was *****
It’s three minutes to midnight
on the doomsday clock.
We’ve not much time left folks
TICK TOCK< TICK TOCK
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 5:39 PM UTC
When the bees are all silenced
By Glyphosate laced grains.
When our waste and our garbage
Are choking sea lanes.
When the stocks are fished out
and the oceans then die.
When the struggle for life
Is once more eye for eye.
Is it too late to ask
Why we’re consumed with hate?
Why, for sake of a buck,
A planet was *****
It’s three minutes to midnight
on the doomsday clock.
We’ve not much time left folks
TICK TOCK< TICK TOCK
Pollution, climate change and our innate tendencies of our primate natures have, in the opinion of scientists, moved the hands of the doomsday clock three minutes to midnight
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