Climate for Change
When, three hundred million years ago
Lepidodendra, solar sponges, fell,
They were pressed deep into the earth. A slow
Transmutation from toppled tree to coal,
Petrifying sunshine, eons before
The first human eye looked upon the world
And sought to abate the dark and the cold,
Beginning to dig into nature’s store:
But human industry will have its way.
While those who exploit power for their own ends
Have grown careless of the way profit tends
To determine the climate’s desperate trends.
A choice to be made, socialism’s sense
Or capital’s storm, famine and pestilence.
D. A.