The Coming Winds.

D David Wood David Wood
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Oh the young I feel so sorry for them. They study - for what? Exams messed by Covid. Covid now robs them. Later Brexit queues form Of hundreds of CV's sent out. Bodies worn trying Minds frayed. Failed accomplishments. The coming winds A Greek tragedy All for what? Plodding from interview To interview, if they are lucky. After Brexit comes climate change All change again. With ice caps melting. Biodiversity trashed. Global warming too soon The pain of oceans with Marine life consuming plastic Carelessly cast off by us. Old jobs fade New ones out of reach. Within touching distance Yet miles away. Youth now morphed into Old age too soon. The glass once full of hope Now empty despair. Who is to blame? The older generation? Waging wars both Industrial and military? Rampant capitalism? A lust for profit at any expense With mass over production. Yet it is their own children Now suffering, then their children Oblivious now, but following on. Profit on profit on profit must end It has led mankind astray. That could cost mankind his Very survival.

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