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
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----------------------------------- ----------------------------------- --------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
