Burn, Baby, Burn
by Leslie Noyes
There’s a fire out in the pasture, so sound the great alarm, it’s crackling down the corn rows, now threatening the barn.
We’d fight the fire with water, but the well dried long ago, now it’s too late to save the farm, and we’ve no place to go.
So hurry, save the chickens, the horses, and the rest, so they can perish another day when we fail the next big test.
Dire warnings were extended by experts in the know, but the idiots ignored them and allowed the fires to grow.
For profits’ sake we’ll pay the price, the ultimate tragic loss, while politicians fiddle a tune for their new greedy boss.
Note: I thought I had this scheduled to post on Earth Day.