The Wind Marches On
The wind marches on
The April showers showed up
In February to make that month
Feel even gloomier than usual
March blew in with non-stop
Bluster, like an angry
Ancient god punishing us
For our neglect of his child, Earth.
When we aren’t ignoring
And neglecting planet Earth,
We are too often actively attacking
Her with oil-filled, ill-smelling fumes.
When our fear of the obvious
Climate changes morphs
Into anger, more humans
In too many parts of the planet
Begin killing each other over
Nature’s diminishing food crops,
Or the oceans’ growing
Encroachment of formerly
Populated land, or sometimes
Just because they can.
As I stand here, the wind gusts
Harder, the abundant April rain
Begins again, now flooding this
Part of the world regularly,
While leaving hotter climates
Suffering constant dryness
With cracked unusable soil,
And, worse, thirsty crying children,
And entire starving…
