Poem ... Our Brilliance
It seems brilliant
This path we chose
Worshipping our inventions
As life starts to close
But we can fix it
The inventors scream
As ocean levels rise
Jerking awake from this dream
They are large in numbers
Those who play on
Denying the signs
Refusing to atone
But now our brilliance
Seems more like a scheme
To extract all we can
And dump for downstream
We stand on a mountain
Surveying all that we do
And look at our brilliance
As our numbers become few
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