RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL WARMING
Nine Days in September
When once the temperature began to cool
At least a little at the beginning of school
Now the mercury rises
(a shock that nature supplies us)
to over three digits Fahrenheit
We know this can’t be right
Our bodies drenched in sweat
Every day feels like a debt
that we can never repay
The heat comes and here it stays
Throbbing like a drumbeat
Tomorrow and tomorrow it will repeat
Nine straight days in September
The elders will always remember
The young will shrug and say
It’s the price we have to pay
For what our parents did not do
(we all know how much it’s true)
Remember the warming fight?
Blow out your candle and say
Goodnight
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