Cycle
by Garrison Locke
The future’s present is the past;
The one that brought us to our deaths.
And when the day to see has come,
Our cover will as such be blown.
We cannot hide our transgressive acts
From those whose prudence we thought farfetched.
It’s clear now that we were wrong,
We should have listened when they sang their song
Of wonder, warning, winter, and woe.
It was then we should have changed our road.
Now our planet’s days are through,
And they’ll come back to start anew.
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