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Now!
It had started long before I was born Settlements approaching, Not soon after we began to mourn Deforestation encroaching. We are helpless nymphs with our roots too deep. Nowhere to run too, just left to dream Of death coming closer, the nightmare it creeps. The end is near for all, it seems. The air is polluted. The atmosphere is heating, and the land is steaming. A wave of wildfires, melting ice caps, rising sea levels are upon us, yet they are still deluded That change is not important, that climate change does not exist, that are all just dreaming We hear the screams and cries of our...