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Extinction Revolutions

written by: Michael Shea



We are a species upon a bridge that burns.
We pull a cart before us as we lose two horses in the bush;
for we are a people told to shush by those in league with the burning bush.
Hush, don’t make a sound less we cause a scene, no one ever learns;
We are a people fraught and fickle minnow turns,
this one yearns.
It’s time to arise, wake up and somehow surmise the inevitable potential demise;
tis just over the horizon.
It’s not you, it’s me or is it us and when will we see? Wake up!
I’ve got my hopes and my
eyes on

Michael Shea

Michael Shea

I am a behavior therapist slash philosopher author living in rural Queensland
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