what becomes of
Mother if the snow don’t fly
when warm and
callous breezes fill the sky
what say you when
the heat kills the flowers
is it all some mad
scientist’s lie?
the whip of wild
sand covers the trees
an ocean, if there
is one, the blind man sees
a leader standing
watching from steel towers
and the common man
believes, if you please
do you have a name
for this new world’s time?
is it the land, the
people, who suffers sublime
do even aliens come
along with their powers?
who has the words to
fill hands of a mime
if we cannot hear
and will not listen
our grandchildren’s
hearts and eyes will glisten
