Treasure Island

Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan

(Pilipinas / a.k.a. Jetfellow Marchanism)

* CLIMATE CHANGE MOURNER


Is man only the mourner
of climate change because he is
the blamed destroyer?
Could he live without
abusing the earth little by little?
Could he want progress and development
without harassment?
Could he invent without
exploiting the nature?
Does he has nothing to accuse
except himself?

Am I just thrown these queries
excluding my guilt?
How about you? Didn't you mourn
because you're numb an dno care at all?
Or simply act too late to save the earth?
Or simply dumb because you're now
suffering the consequences...........


written a day after devastating earthquake
hitted Chile

Submitted: Friday, April 09, 2010

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