Letter: A poem on the climate crisis

Published 8:08 pm Tuesday, June 4, 2019

Carbon, coal and oil

Must be left in the soil.

This is the jingle,

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Of the student climate crisis signal.

The nuclear bomb does not belong

In any civilized realm;

This is the prioritized wisdom

Of the present student kingdom.

The whole wide world is blessed

By the youth conscience so possessed.

Those in retirement have the leisure

To advance the human adventure.

We believe democracy is nice;

Can’t be preserved, like food, on ice;

Will take all to realize democratic paradise;

It’s infrastructure will suffice.

So let us resolve to protect —

Nae, our mutual communication to perfect —

One person one vote —

Until it becomes rote instead of remote.

Robert K. Johnson