RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL WARMING
Malibu Mourning
Flames rage through Malibu
Home to the rich and famed
Howling winds of Santa Ana
Feed the anger of the flames
Run to save your lives
Run and don’t look back
Your homes and your belongings
Slowly fade to black
This is a place of beauty
Nature’s best and brightest star
We know you will come back
But we cannot know how far
This is only a beginning
Of the tragedies to come
It doesn’t matter where you live
Or where you traveled from
The warming comes a rising
Like a wave of thrumming dread
How many homes will vanish?
How many will be dead?
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