Climate for Change
When, three
hundred million years ago
Lepidodendra,
solar sponges, fell,
They were pressed
deep into the earth. A slow
Transmutation
from toppled tree to coal,
Petrifying
sunshine, eons before
The first
human eye looked upon the world
And sought
to abate the dark and the cold,
Beginning to
dig into nature’s store:
But human
industry will have its way.
While those
who exploit power for their own ends
Have grown
careless of the way profit tends
To determine
the climate’s desperate trends.
A choice to
be made, socialism’s sense
Or capital’s
storm, famine and pestilence.
D. A.
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