The Hour of Choosing Has Arrived/ Here Are Your Tools

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Al Gore has gotten mixed reviews for an apocalyptic poem on climate change he wrote for his book Our Choice. Read it or hear him recite it.

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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