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Written during the Cold War -- a question that as yet has no answer. |
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THE END?
Like a lonely beacon
On a forgotten shore,
A star shines brightly
Upon a dead world.
He warned them,
But they went on,
Polluting, destroying, exterminating…
For they did not realize
That there was no other place for them to go.
They couldn’t just use it up
And then throw it away
And buy a new one.
They were spoiled,
Filled with greed and hate,
Which led to indifference.
They did not understand
That when their world was dead
They would die too.
In their hands
Was the power to destroy
Their universe.
And now everyone else
Goes right on living
As if they never existed.
—CAS 1/26/89
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