I look out my window facing southeast and
see my moonscape. It is one-thirty P.M.
and I just got up. My body aches,
my headaches, and my heartaches.
Ice and snow cover a huge portion
of the inland sea. There is open water
beginning to freeze. There is a sand bar
that looks like a Russian Battle Ship
being pushed by Eastern European soldiers
who have been instructed to move it
so it does not get frozen in place.
The Climate Fanatics do not want any more ice,
In spite of their new religion and its beliefs,
there is more ice now than ever before
documented. But this is the moon.
Private jets do not fly here at will.
The temperature is 9 degrees F.
The men are barely moving and the ship is still,
with small waves hitting it and adding more ice.
The moon is a lovely place. Its craters are awesome.
An eagle just flew by. I may be dreaming.
Ill people do dream. Healthy people dream of
making millions of dollars on their theories of climate.
How many ice ages do we know of. Another bird,
this time small like a sparrow, flies by.
I get up and check my temperature. It is 97.5 F.
I wonder about the souls of men who lead movements
that control the actions of others,
making their lives miserable, while the controllers live in luxury.
They know people are suffering because of them and do not care.
There will be answers. I am not a judge.
It is beginning to get dark and I imagine these dictators
will end up in a dark place. Did Jesus die for sins of cruelty?
He may have. We will know soon enough.
In the meantime a sip of Port Wine and off to bed for me,
where I will pray for help to soothe my aching heart.
Stanski
January 20, 2022 ^
Steve Haarman 