This essay was inspired by a burst of fatalism after reading an article in Discover about ocean acidifaction. Hence the "boiling oceans" bit. It does take on a bit of a more hopeful note at the end, I hope. O_o
Critique away, but keep in mind the contest has a 250 word limit. This is currently 207 words. Huh, it got shorter. That's odd.
Is it enough to hope?
Is it enough to hope? Is it enough to hope when people the world around are killing each other over land, over religion, over thick black tar flowing beneath the earth? Is it enough to hope when our machines, powered by that black tar, spew poison in the air and cook the world to death? Is it enough to hope when our oceans are boiling into acid, when fisheries spiral steadily downwards and the poor all the world around are forced to watch their livelihoods wash away with the pounding waves? Is it enough to hope when a mother must bake clay into cakes to quell the fire in her children’s stomachs? Is hope enough? Let’s hope it isn’t. Instead of pinning our future on dreams and desires and wishful thinking, we must take action. We must ensure that the next generation of leaders will steward this Earth of six billion souls, scarred by war, boiling alive, burning with hunger, to a safer and happier future. We must ensure that they will demonstrate a foresight and awareness their predecessors lacked, and do what’s best not for the few, the privileged, the moneyed, but for the entire world. We hold the future in our hands. Hope is not enough.
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All critique is welcome. I'd like if you went line-by-line because it's imperative every word must count for an essay like this, with such a strict word limit. It's short, too, so...
EDIT: Aaagh I know there are length guidelines here and this is rather short, but can I help the contest's word limits? And I would really really REALLY love critique on this. So...yeah.
