RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL WARMING
The Town that Used to Be
There is a place in British Columbia
That used to be a town
It sparked and burned to the ground
Now it is a charred remain
Scattered like flakes of ash
Homes and businesses gone
Vanished like yesterday’s trash
Forgotten like ghosts of history
A page forever lost
Gone like distant memories
A shadow of the past
As Canadians they were not fools
They knew the warming was real
They lived close to the land
They felt its pulsing heartbeat
They bathed in its waters
They watched its changing skies
They knew the warming had arrived
But they did not think
They never imagined
They never ever dreamed
That they would be among
The first in line
To suffer the consequences
Of human indifference
