getting the danger shot
I have a friend,
she's a Collapsologist, and before you laugh...
there's such a thing
they are for real, and here's what they do-
measure the state of the Earth's collapse.
I have a compassion certificate,
it's real too.
It says something like,
I'm nice to everyone, all the time,
day or night, it makes no difference.
Collapse and compassion,
they both get close to danger,
they both get shot at,
and the world still crumbles at their feet.
"We have to take that danger shot," I tell my friend,
as she crouches on the beach,
measuring the rate of seaweed death.
She picks up plastic rubbish when I go to feed the homeless,
I pick up lives.
Collapsologists help the planet to breathe,
I help humanity eat.
"The world is crying out for rescue," says my friend,
the Collapsologist.
"What the world needs now, is love....sweet love," I sing.
"I think you're too late," Collapse replies,
gloomily, doomily,
a voice full of dread.
"I think we can save it," Compassion sighs,
cheerily, merrily...whistling hope
as we walk side by side into a flaming sunset.
One shouting warnings,
the other wiping tears.
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