August spawned a raging storm

four nights we watched our TV burn

we wrung our hands in shock and shame

then looked for someone else to blame

gazing over the fresh grown rubble,

the long term surplus of borrowed trouble

it begs a question with which we must wrestle.

if it’s only the threat of burning petrol

that makes the truth of now more palpable

then my friend no matter how unpalatable

is it not time to make this field more level

and burst the bubble of those too comfortable?

I turned that smoking lantern off

and saw reflected the one to ‘cuff

a rapacious servant of generation me

“guilty as charged” my contrite plea