Is this earth?: A poem 

I have three words to say 

when I’m wedged on a ledge 

They are: Don’t get down! 

I can say I wouldn’t ride 

a moral high-horse, If I 

wasn’t so much a victim of a lie 

But I’m no heavier than tin 

I am afloat and thin 

I know this civilisation 

is flowing downstream 

And the truths are all going 

up in steam. If you 

make pardon a verb, 

it can get very weird 

and condoning sounds absurd 

Is mercy a humane noun? 

Didn’t God choose to frown? 

Did he speak before 

the flood? Did he send 

a missive to be heard? 

And I can tell you 

who is the actual liquidator 

There is so much water 

And we erred 

to call this planet earth 

when land accounts 

for only one-third