This
Chaos crashes
Tempest warning
Frantic wingbeats
Profit scramble
Pushing, egging
Virus spawn
We raise teacups
To coming storm
Our pebble lawns
Are past their best
Lest we forget
Poor planet worn
Was never ours
As we crunch toast
Jungles are crushed
Four corners flaking
Kellogg’s carnage
Nature stirring
Nestling warm brews

Milky goodness
Shaking hands and
Smelling coffee
Wake up call fool
Bodies roasting
On the isles
Tablecloth tides
Wrinkle and rise
Stakeholders hopes
Are flying high
While heartbeats sink
Sugar cube smiles
Curb bitter winds
And hunger pangs
The birds are better
Off above the crumbs
Far from it
All