Cold Bloom

Production, destruction

To a colossal extent

Turbulent growth

Foreshadows collapse

Our climate is changing

Our forests are shrinking

Tenfold the damage

In just fifty years

It's all been intoned before

In history the sentiment repeated again and again

Wealth, progress, greed

Trump's the future needs of earth, and man

Two rampant centuries unchecked

Now, is there hope for transformation?

From the top down they fleece

While glowing screens hold all attention