Children of a Dead Earth
The air’s black and thick
Onerous to breathe, we wheeze
Acrid rain burns holes in nature
Children die, mothers scream
Mighty rivers reduced to a trickle—
It’s dirty, it stinks, nay, it’s a sewer!
“It was once a flowing brook, kid”
Now dead from a hundred factory years
Only buildings, no trees
Was the Earth always made of concrete?
“No, child, centuries back it was green
Rich with breezy fields of wheat”
UV rays prick. Was it always this hot,
Unsafe to laze at the beach?
“Once upon a time, seashores were fun—
A place where castles were within reach”
So, why do you tell us to
Plant trees now, year after year?
“We’re trying to go back to glory, kid”
Out of his eyes, leaked a single tear
It’s a flippant world. Enough said.
I read somewhere that human body’s 90% water. Really? That means we’re just advanced cucumbers with anxiety, stress and 1 million other problems. Ouch. Might as well add existential crises to the list.
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