Tuesday, December 31, 2019

end of an Age

Like Saruman's last mischief in the Shire,
Trump desecrates what he can't understand.
The fossil fuels he pumps into the fire
ensure catastrophes, on sea and land.
Galadriel bequeathed a wooden box

of probiotics to heal MiddleEarth
from orcs, and greed, and violence, and pox;

The Fourth Age had great omens at its birth.
But we've wrought this catastrophe ourselves
no elder race would answer if we'd call.
No Bombadil, no wizards, no high elves.

We fight alone, our backs against the wall.
This Armageddon we've made on our own
We get to save the planet all alone.

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