Too Late

Protesting once again
our self-inflicted fate,
the poet's prolific pen
may soon fall prostrate
under continental drought,
polluted global warming
no longer in doubt,
this elderly scribe
posts a final vibe
with explicit warning
to anyone willing to think
about when we go extinct.

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