Lack of a Cure
The end will come very soon
steal the beloved left behind
after fools have expired
sealing doom in aftermath
a fate none seek is ensured
by the lack of a pressing cure
when medicine is put aside
by the infirm who will die
before the worse comes to pass
leaving nothing then to last
sweeping all from the earth
reduced to beasts as a curse
still the fools have their day
staking comfort in the blink
living large in twilight years
before a hell descends to earth.
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PoetryAccident
The poem “Lack of a Cure” is about the neglect of older generations in the arena of combating climate change. These elderly souls may pass from the earth before doom fully descends, but their children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren will shoulder the resulting hell.