Ripped and frayed
the very web of life
on which our existence depends.
Our planet is inching towards doom
Every day we dump millions of tons
of global-warming pollution
into the thin shell of atmosphere
as if it were an open sewer
Our reckless burning and clearing of forests
has driven more and more species into extinction.
The cumulative toxic concentrations
now trapping more and more heat from the sun
In consequence the earth mother has caught a fever
and it is rising every hour, every passing year.
The experts diagnose it a deadly affliction
that will not heal by itself.
A second opinion, a third and a fourth
all converge to the one alarming conclusion
that something basic has gone wrong
fever will explode the planet when boiling point is reached.
(Yayati)
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