A Vacuum in Nature
Throwing cans of fizzy-whizzy on the dew.
Collecting the rain in buckets of rotten apples and shavings.
How many times does the clock strike at noon?
And they still inhale the air like a vacuum?
Like a vacuum.
The consumers buy cars.
And spread muck into the atmosphere.
Without any thought.
Without regret.
But media portrays the images.
Of houses on hills and bright lights.
But how do the lights compare to the sun?
How do they light up so bright?
Without taking from the grand master of illumination?
That explains the retreating glaciers that turn into cocktails.
Propaganda: “Warm is better. Human impacts are small.”
Global Warming: the biggest problem in the United Nations.
Humanity is in trouble.
Palmer Station’s an inspiration.
Of scientists globally collaborating to find data.
To convince the consumer.
Shut down the movement of the movie stars.
Observe what’s happening in Antarctica.
And propose an action plan to protect our climate.
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