Set in stone Storms bestow Stacks of dust Stirring your locked fingertips
Lightnings laconic-ally Speak a blade of issues 'History reapes it's poise Threading a new set of Disasters'
Grapes hang their Vines in the middle of March's unmoving Winter claws. Exhales keep disputing About who pollutes more The oxygen-less atmosphere.
Arrogance Steeps below Sea shore Diving in the Crusty rocks Dutifully perishing In nature's Bare selections
Your calloused voice Can't spit enough baritones To let the world know The environment is Dying But your unsigned contract Won't make a difference
No One Cares About The Marbled Leafs Under The Cemented Cracks Of
Earth's barren Now Coposition. So what will you do?