Will We Ever Listen

Will We Ever Listen

Sun-drenched, ancients roared with scorn

Filled with lascivious, fornicating dreams

Noah preached in vain

To save the sinful many from

Billowing clouds of leaden rain.

This desert land scorched by the sun

Soon filled with subterranean death.

Fingers of avenging light

Split the sudden night

God’s voice thundered

Too late to listen

As the rods of justice

Blinded the fated sinful.

Only eight were not too late.

So as the Polar Bears swim

In tropical water once frozen.

 Maybe we should listen

And take a heavy hint

Before the only ice

Is a Glacier Mint.