‘Before It’s Too Late’

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Mosquitos in February

Spring buds upon a tree

All so unnecessary

Nature cries to be free

Temperature up, now down

All growth is in a whirl

Ice melts, penguins drown

Mutating viruses unfurl

Give it up; give up all

Before it is too late

Writing clearly on the wall

Cessation from debate

Men stand, they talk

Whilst nature cries in pain

Give up cars and walk

Restricting aeroplane and train

All soul searching now done

The hour has come for you

Heat our winds and sun

It’s time for a change; so true

Politicians close the door

All this useless debate

Greedy talk no more

Before it is too late

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Published by lazaruscarpenterauthor

Lazarus Carpenter I have lived in Wales for over twenty five years. Born in North Yorkshire, I am now an author, actor, musician and song writer, previously being a therapist, trainer and researcher, specialising in mental health. He was educated in Middlesbrough, Sheffield and Cambridge. With a fascination for Welsh History, I create worlds within worlds; magical, haunting, spirituality permeating sound moral codes of life. I live quietly with Debbie Eve (also my illustrator and our dog, Noodle in a small cottage surrounded by the beauty of the Brecon Beacons in the Valleys of South Wales.

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