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Breath

All round the world people are holding their breath
Is it just an anomaly or are we in at the death?
Our planet is hurting that we all can see
Is this blip natural or caused by you and me?
We have to trust scientists to tell us the truth
You are our hope and you are our sleuth
Do not ignore the cynics they’ll keep you on track
Retest their theories, and find out what they lack
Is it a sun spot that may cause the crash
Or too much abuse, and things that we trash
So tell us home truths, even things that we fear
Especially those things we do not want to hear
So all of the plastic we do not need to use
All of our assets we need not abuse
Will help just a little, we hope and we pray
Seek a safe path, make some headway
Let the whole world return to a safer course
Let saving people be a founding force
Be sure to travel just the trail that is true
Lies come back to bite, like an old lover’s tattoo
Let’s hope with every hope we’re not in at the death
And slowly, slowly ..... release the world’s breath

Hugh

(photo credit: Elena Mozhvilo via Unsplash)

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