Methane Exploding Over the Tundra by Ron AI

Flashpoint

Scientists predicted for over seventy years,

while industry chugged on with deaf ears.

It was all about comfort, convenience and profit.

No one was concerned about scientific posit.

Especially since powerful money ruled politics,

easily dismissed predictors of doom as lunatics.

Gradually as handwriting became clear on the wall,

false studies of the powerful slowed progress to a crawl.

Business as usual for the rich, powerful and great,

while the aware world struggled to not be too late.

Effects of global warming were clear and alarming,

some struggled how to begin old habits disarming.

But polar researchers and nomads already knew,

below the surface an insidious danger brew.

Thousands of years of permafrost revealed,

with it a thick block of ice with methane sealed.

Methane, natural greenhouse gas, so misunderstood,

burning clean in our houses instead of oil or wood.

But, released to the air in massive amount,

methane became a threat beyond all doubt.

By that time governments were on the case,

to reduce their carbon footprint's face.

However, were too little and way too late,

God fire was waiting at the northern gate.

Called the Great Flashpoint for those survived,

a new phase of the earth had suddenly arrived.

Copyright 2024 © Ronald W. Hull

10/24/24

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