Oh Muse nary word of late
Send me some verse
Even rhyming perchance
In the elegance of poesy.
Are there not events worthy
In turmoil of earth changes
Freedom is nigh as never before
But climate is getting worse
Build on stilts in flood arears
Deep underground for bush fires
Cyclones being more frequent
So build ever more strongly
forget about nuclear shelters
other weapons are preferred
from research in secret places
but you don’t want to know
THE DIVINE HERESIES 