By the River Thames I sat and saw the polar caps melt,
and I cried for the world, and I wept and I wept,
and cried for the planet and how we misuse it,
how we pollute it, consume it, abuse it,
and cried for the way we listen to nothing, having it
our way — our way! we demand it! — multiplying, spreading,
pretending it’s our inalienable right to do so, that this is
our purpose, to create more of ourselves, at whatever cost,
and expand and apply our selfish endeavors
in a greater, social, collective fervor.
And so by the River Thames I cried and wept
for the state of the planet, for the state of the
world, but most of all I cried for humanity,
aware how the planet will recover in a few million years
whereas we, in all probability, won’t.