Our future will be the hurricane
and the rising wave, the ceaseless
drought, the collapsing glacier,
pine saplings growing on final
northern shore through the bleaching
ribs of polar bears.
There will be hope for the world,
but what hope is there for us
who brought this change?
17.07.2024
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