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,
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
Harmony