Hitting the Buffers
We don’t have much time; sooner or later
This planet of ours will hit the buffers.
By then weak excuses or fake facts won’t work,
Nor saying: ‘well, it’s always been like this.’
Hot air is no defence against the heat;
The war, unfought, starts to flex its muscles.
It seemed so different the last time round,
As smiling faces sauntered on the bridge,
Seeking the usual glimpse of paradise.
Sweltering, yes, but we had our sun cream,
Our aircon, hats, and bottles of water,
Just like the announcement said that we should.
Why did we think it would remain like this;
That looking on the bright side was the way,
That hope would bring us victory of sorts,
Or that inaction helps us to delay?
We had been told and knew the game was long;
We laughed off Armageddon. We were wrong.
Stephen Gospage
Sun 29th Sep 2024 17:15
Thank you, Trevor. Yes, I think that sums up the situation, unfortunately.
And thanks to Tim and K Lynn for liking.