Time ticks down as we gouge,
burn, eat and smear this planet,
all the while avoiding eye-contact
as we line our graves with cash
for a soft and pointless landing

Standing knee-deep already
on a rented doorstep
the next in line rightfully curse us
as the fat get fatter, fit to burst,
but never fit for purpose

We know there's a world within one drop of water.
Like God's tear, a trillion ton ice-cube dropped
in the drink, heating the oceans over time,
submerging man's false-ego and polluting cities,
some say sublime.  Swim or sink people,
as acid red rain, falling from your closed eyes,
for they only see grey,
washes it all away.  What do climate crisis
denialists snort in retort,
who cares about holes in the clouds,
melting ice-cubes at the poles?

We also know there's a universe in our seas,
yet, only 2 global fisheries are left,
what of humanity bereft of that food?
When bees are extinct so will we be.
Seldom is a lone tear's story told,
yet Gandhi knew, laid out how the future unfolds.
Atom should not be split, Adam should not be cloned,
"the root of oppression lies in (supposed) science",
he foretold, 'from his lips to God's ears'.

Isn’t it funny how
Earth, forged from the universe
Will die by our hands?