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Mother Nature Gets a Few Things Off Her Chest
The human race
is a disaster.
They use their big brains
to foam with wrath
about fake news and propaganda and change.
They ignore me when they aren't
I am the truth.
I will remain
when the last earthquake
or the last drought
the last human
from this planet.
They are helpless.
I do not practice conservation.
They will pay attention and live in harmony with me
or they will be erased from the equation of life.
They seem to have made their choice.
May the end come quickly.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2017
This is a poem for Laura Shovan's Annual February Writing Project. The words/phrases for this poem