THIS IS HORRIBLE POETRY
Al Gore is truly a Renaissance Man. He wrote a poem on global warming and he really wants you to hear it. What he probably doesn't want you to hear is that the New York Times called his home a carbon-sucking machine, or that he traveled on more than 200 private jet flights last year. Burn baby burn.
By the way, Vanity Fair loved the poem...
CLIMATE CHANGE PAIN
One thin September soon
A floating continent disappears
In midnight sun
Vapors rise as
Fever settles on an acid sea
Neptune's bones dissolve
Snow glides from the mountain
Ice fathers floods for a season
A hard rain comes quickly
Then dirt is parched
Kindling is placed in the forest
For the lightning's celebration
Unknown creatures
Take their leave, unmourned
Horsemen ready their stirrups
Passion seeks heroes and friends
The bell of the city
On the hill is rung
The shepherd cries
The hour of choosing has arrived
Here are your tools
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