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He Who Laughs Last Will Be A Fertile Mutant Cockroach
by JJ Johnson"He Who Laughs Last Will Be A Fertile, Mutant Cockroach"
When I look up in the air
I can see the wind blowing
I can see the trees dying
From the tears the sky is crying
It'll take much more than care
To ease Mother Nature's pain
To wash acid out of rain
Oil is a quiet hurricane
Show them all the evidence
But they won't believe their eyes
Even now they still deny
Water is not all that clouds the sky
When a doughnuts hole is gone
There is nothing left to eat
When ozones hole is complete
There won't be anything but heat
That's no way to heat our home
We need an alternative
And more initiative
The bottom line is that we live
If we murder Mother Earth
Count now what your money won't be worth
No one will laugh, no one will wear the final smile
There will be no one to put on trial 03/03/1990 Posted on 09/15/2005
Copyright © 2025 JJ Johnson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Sam Richmond on 04/21/11 at 11:03 PM Dear JJ;
I agree with your very astute assessment. The sad thing is ... I think most everyone is aware now but we have become complacent. We wait for some great savior to do it for us. Real change will not come until we realize that each individual is responsible. Just so you know ... your emotion is expressed well and comes across as very sincere. Well written.
Sam |
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