This picture is taken from my upstairs terrace. The dome you see covers the ceiling of my bedroom.
Our children follow in our footsteps
Creating their legacy
Tomb
Every tactless comment, every lurid lie
pollutes the world around us—the water and the sky.
Rude winds disturb the quiet with cacophonous shrieking.
From floods and fires and hurricanes, safe shelter we are seeking.
They expect our gratitude for charity provided.
Instead they should be shamed for it. Charged and then indicted.
They cause disaster every day. The world grows daily worse
as they turn the ship of state into a floating hearse.
Rivers flowing poisons—clouds of toxic gas—
unheeded in the legislation that they pass.
They make a crypt out of our world. They seal their children’s doom,
converting our whole lovely world into a giant tomb.
Prompt words today were gratitude, cacophony, quiet and tactless.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
This is SO goid
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Very good
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Sadly, the Almighty Dollar rules in this old world. “Allowances” are made for the powerful lobbies of big companies. That said, it’s up to each of us to dispose of our own trash. Some of the worst messes I’ve ever seen came from “the average Joe” tossing.
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Agreed.
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*sigh* I despair of it ever being different.
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Well done, scary and sad AF that it’s true.
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