The fires await in the world to come.
But no, the land already burns.
Beware the floods foretold to sweep the land.
How so, when mountainsides now wash away?
Some gleefully add to the flaming pyre,
Dancing as the ashes scatter on the wind.
Some open the pipes to add to the waters’ rise,
Taking axes to the few available boats.
We want to stare in horror, as they hasten our demise.
No time for this luxury. No time for reckoning.
We can only save what we can.
The task is hard. The hour is upon us.
Take my outstretched hand; likewise extend yours to another.
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