By All Means
Grandmother Air, Grandfather Tree,
forgive our eccentricity
in doing what we’ve done to thee.
The parricide that we have done
is more than just a smoking gun.
If it’s a war, chaos has won.
By burning, we’ve killed both of you.
Nature’s response should be our clue
that our end, too, is well in view.
No prankster when you make your threat,
you state explicitly, and yet,
still your message we fail to get.
An accurate interpretation
is that man’s manipulation
has resulted in great agitation.
Everything’s off-balanced and
gotten rather out of hand.
So nature has to make a stand.
Her arsenal is most minute.
and though mankind is most astute,
ironically, hard to refute.
Fools will say that we have won,
but still, when all is said and done,
we still hold the smoking gun.
If we don’t change our reckless course,
and solve our problem at its source,
she will respond with greater force.
Be it virus, fire or wind,
if our ways we do not mend,
we’ll be the means to our own end.