Turning up the heat

Summer grass
Dies in England;
Lush green burned to tawny dust
By an unaccustomed sun.

One more warning sign
Painted in perfidious blue
That the world we sought to shape
Now turns itself against us.

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Digital warfare

By law and conscience
I cannot
Will not
Take up arms
Against this present menace.

All that remains
Is to occupy this ground

And do my bit
To show defiance
With my two fingers.