Poetry

I’m More Worried about Iran than Global Warming

I’m More Worried about Iran than Global Warming

 

Two college students who take boxing lessons from me

Tell me that global warming is a real threat.

Sure, I dance around while all the icicles fall down.

Politics are hot.

Al Gore, Obama and Kerry think the world will end in fire.

Didn’t Robert Frost say that “ice would suffice?”

 

I’m scared of warmth and want to die in a snow storm.

I tell my eager sophomores I’m more worried about Iran

And Korea’s nuclear weapons.

I am afraid of Syria’s weapons of mass destruction.

I am nervous about Al-Qaeda, the Taliband, Isis, the Moslem Brotherhood

And Obama’s siding with violent rebels because he is afraid

To back a dictator.

Former pet Hillary wouldn’t even put Boko Haram on the terrorist list.

Qadaffi and Mubarak are saints compared to Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi .

 

And Obama is the naiveté that makes evil possible.

His collegiate army thinks that I am a fool because I think

That Antarctica isn’t melting.

It is icing.

I tell them I don’t have a Ph.D. in climatology.

They don’t even have a BA in gender studies.

 

I know how to think without pontificating.

I do not believe in Teleprompters.

I have a doctorate in English and was Phi Beta Kappa.

Al Gore was a C student.

Obama won’t even reveal his grades.

Adolescents pick opinions like posies from pockets

On the train.

 

John Kerry and Obama think that global warming

Is the greatest threat to us?

Why not?

It takes our concentration off their failed economy,

The wrecked Middle East and their embarrassing support

Of Obamacare.

In England they are denying operations to people

Over seventy-five.

The dead are dying because we don’t want to invest

In their living.

A broken hip can limp to a broken life.

 

The warm wind of stupidity keeps us from investigating

The IRS ‘s war on conservatives and the killing of veterans

In our hospitals.

Obama claims to help the middle class while he steps on it

With expensive shoes.

He polishes our faces with clichés.

We are the product of his obsessions and his simple minded

 

He has a tall son—de Blassio

Who is next in line for the crown of stupidity, the thorns

Of our suffering.

 

When de Blassio dies I hope that St. Peter stops and frisks him,

Plucking his knapsack of hand-me-down socialist ideas.

The views expressed in this opinion article are solely those of their author and are not necessarily either shared or endorsed by EagleRising.com


About the author

David Lawrence

David Lawrence

David Lawrence has a Ph.D. in literature. He has published over 200 blogs, 600 poems, a memoir “The King of White-Collar Boxing,” several books of poems, including “Lane Changes.” Both can be purchased on Amazon.com. He was a professional boxer and a CEO. Last year he was listed in New York Magazine as the 41st reason to love New York.

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