When The Globe Warmed Poem by Charles Wamuti

The odd oceans ominously overflow,
Such city of beauty wail of woe,
Drenched deep by waters out of control,
Like by a deity, death to none takes a bow,
The last highest step our refuge now.

Mama and papa where are you?
Come see a world as a shiny coin new,
All old and good ravaged by waters deep and blue,
Many of our families gone us just few,
You did this to us, come see what we are going through!

When with coin and power, your pockets you filled,
Mining coal, and burning oil as if you did not mind,
Scientists researched and they debated,
Gave conclusions which to you passively listened,
The earth became too hot and the poles melted.

In this last highest step of refuge all I can is stare,
At this dear photo of you cuddled tightly in your fancy petrol car,
Stare at the horizon, at the waters stretch so far,
Stare back in time, to years dry and safer,
And tell you, do something, something better.