A poem of survival
I am not who I thought I was
My cuz has made that clear
This world so round
Is badly bound
With problems and despair
The cause my friend
May cause the end
Much sooner than we think
As waters rise to drown us out
And heat melts us to the brink
There are ways to stop this purge
The urge is there each day
Change while we can
So all of man
Can once again find ways
To cool us down
The world around
To keep the ice in place
Then all my friend
Won’t see the end
Of this our only place.
— WOLRAD
(A poem from the Wolrad collection #115)
