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Tuesday, October 16, 2018
Our planet has a fever
Our planet has a fever, an infection from greed and ignorance is spreading like a plague far worse than when rats infested Europe's towns. Our world is nauseous from the toxic air that fills the atmosphere with its bad breath and vomits vicious hurricanes Into the sky and brutal rains that won’t stop coming. Damn, it's hard to see this lovely earth, the mother of us all, infected, its fever getting higher, rivers flooding cities like never before, rising seas taking back the shore, people running from their burning homes. leaving photographs and memories behind. What is there to say to our children who won't know the cool summer nights or crisp autumn mornings we remember? What will they think of us when they read of other times and ask how could you let this happen to our planet? I don't know what to say or do to take away this ache and ask is it too late to cure our fevered world, slow down the pestilence of greed, stop wanting more and more than is needed, learn to live a simple life, find a way to make our children's lives less harsh before it's too late. It's not knowing what will be when worse convulsions come, and our children and theirs are living with extremes of heat and droughts, fires and floods, tornadoes and hurricanes like none known before. It's this that breaks my heart and knows it didn't have to be this way.
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