Years ago

 One hundred thousand years ago


One hundred  thousand years ago

The weather disimproved 

The winter first came sooner

And then it lasted longer. 


Stone Age man looked out his cave

And faced a tough decision

To stay within the family

Or wander southwards sooner. 


The wise men were approached

Who examined stars and signs

And warned against them leaving

To a future land uncertain. 


And so the others froze and died 

Over years and generations

This story only saved and  told

By those who shunned the warnings. 


Off they traveled south

Unsure of what the future 

When all the sound advice

Was to stay inside and shelter. 


Stone Age man’s replaced by iPhone guy

But things are much the same 

Mankind must face new climate change 

And the lives that it will claim. 


iPhone man will overcome 

More by luck than by design

Once again the poor will perish

The rich will turn out fine. 

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