Uninhabitable

Mon, 10/14/2019 - 14:01 -- Gillie

 

The tails of dark smoke drift towards the sky,

and the air thickens.

Almost imperceptibly the temperature rises

and the creatures of the Earth start to sicken.

Algorithms depict the fate of a species called:

‘Human.’

It watches as their natural habitats slowly, painfully, fall-

as the vices of their creations comes back to haunt them.

Slowly they witness the rain start to burn;

watch as their food becomes scarce.

See their rivers turn to stone

and their oceans begin to surge. 

Their Earth is dying and still they cover their eyes!

It is only a matter of time,

For the Earth knows how to mend itself.

Alas the fate of humankind-

is on track to collapse.

Their houses will become the pire-

the situation they are in has now become dire.

For the fate of ‘human’ rests on the question:

‘Will they be able to quench the fire?’

 

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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