Nimby

[Johntee]

"This Earth we share," they say.

When all we share, and that
Not willingly, is air. All else

We grasp and border,

Armed against

Encroachment,
Lest what we have,
Our more, be swept by

Vast Amanda's of the poor.
Still Earth breathes, fevered

And febrile in a vastness of yellow

Tree leaves crisp and curl and sail in early

Fall. Soon Fire Season's borderless

Armageddon, will be upon us.

[RhymeLovingWriter]

This is beautifully crafted...worthy of its serious subject.

[Parkinsonspoet]

This is great sad but still some hope