Prognosis - A Sonnet Poem by Richard St. Clair

When all is said and done at last, my friend,
The truth will out, as once a wise man said,
But will we be alive, or maybe dead,
When the curtain comes down at the bitter end?
I've not much hope, sir, for our sickly world,
Where greed and folly penetrate the mind
Of all but them who escape the daily grind
Only to end each day in fetal curled.
The warnings in a clarion call are made
To those who have the ears to hear the news,
To those who quiver from their hat to shoes
As through the ecologic mess they wade.
Wake up, O World, before it is too late:
There's no excuse for ignorance and hate.