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by Julia Smith | |
Published on: Aug 27, 2007 | |
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Type: Poetry | |
https://www.tigweb.org/express/panorama/article.html?ContentID=15675 | |
Is this the nipped and tucked face of the Free World the Leaders of Tomorrow preventing premature aging today eating Organic and dropping E In over priced all-natural clothes that sooth our souls of the Guild of Over Abundance As we live off the dept we’ve created Sipping guilt-free, fair gain coffee Forgive me if don’t believe Our consumerism is going to save the world And every generation has its dooms-day prediction Since Y2K was a burn out Ours is Global-Warming Instantly melting ice caps So let’s have a beach party And plant some trees Before we drive drunk To fall Into bed with each other Forget the condom Coz HIV hasn’t touched us yet And neither has the growing expanse of the sahara Or the children with guns Who are going to come knocking at our doors When theirs are blocked by the empty carcassas of future ghosts (Because when the end comes, it won’t be via the gradual rise of temperature But via the instant realization that we aren’t at a party, but in the middle of the inferno) But don’t worry, a documentary will reveal It is all caused by the lack of ornamental tress on not so square blocks And that we didn’t do anything It's not our fault We did nothing Nothing at all « return. |