polar bears
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Warm milk once trickled my throat
I took it for granted
But now that seemed a luxury for
my longing lips are as dry
as my mother’s nips
I haven’t seen my father for weeks
Decay in the earth of all living things.
Just not here,
where the cold keeps the flesh safe,
maybe not from those ravenous beings,
Dude!
Come on, listen
As I’m speaking carbon is being emitted
But no you don’t care
And no you’re not hearing me
And if you can’t see all this pollution
Then you’re obviously not seeing clearly
