Something about ice cubes
Melting in my sweet tea,
Because of the rising temperature,
Heat waves of racism
Felt by some, seen by others
But ignored if you really don’t care
Invisible waves in the distance,
As I caricature the loss of Ice
As a decrease in mankind’s love
While the impoverished are swallowed up
By greed of the rising sea levels…
Oh justice where art thou?
The land of drought—
Justice gone unheeded
And there a people suffer,
While the sea cried ever more
But only in places that could
Generate profit,
Where slave laborers
Flourished by the increase in
Precipitation of the weeping sea.
Everyone else—tsunamis,
Collateral in the trade of hurricanes
The constant fighting over natural
Elements betwixt man
Who owns neither land nor sea
Unless a piece of tree tells them,
The same tree chopped down
Extricated from its indictment
Of life in prison or on earth ,
To be hewn
Into something
Deemed useable.
If you change the environment
A flower needs in order to thrive
It will not blossom, no matter
How much polluted water
You water it with.
The earth and mankind
seem to
Be intertwined.