Our nature change in a big spoon,
and you could feel , beleave me, soon:
The spoon shall turn, this world go round,
so it creates an horror sound!
The storm destroy all, what he hits.
The climate kills because it heats,
we have to solve huge mounts of bill,
whilst year of years OUR chanche stood still!
© Heino Suess 08/11
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