This war cannot be won.
Our single aim, profit.
Our deadliest weapons,
fearful ignorance and
comforting apathy.

Nature’s counter offensive
attacks multiple fronts,
to drown and rinse
us from our shrinking,
biblical dominion.

To scorch the earth,
gutting and melting
even the soil. Choking
and suffocating and
carbonizing our air.

Its biological cavalry.
Advancing at the speed
of a 747, degrading
us silently to become
our own plague.

And dying, species
by species, till finally
us. Denying us everything,
Dragging us under
to ultimate suicide.

Ronnie Smith was born and lived around Glasgow for most of his life. He has traveled widely and, having lived in Bucharest, Romania for six years, he is now based in southwest France. He writes on politics and culture and has published articles in France, the U.K., Romania, and Australia. He has taken to writing poetry recently and it’s become something of a virus infection.