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This poem was a winner in
our first birthday Environment Poem Contest
Tiny little dots
is
what
we boil down to,
an infinitesimal speck,
amidst an enormous wreck.
And it's not
because someone said "No!"
to the
treaty
of Kyoto
But because we've always
been jabbing
that button marked
"self destruct"
it's too late.
Our future generations
are
fucked.
I wish it were different
and we were to be blessed
but our only true god
is self interest.
Ben Gunn 10.35pm 11.07.07