Oh humans,
I watch the feeble creature approach,
His structure short and voiceless.
Was staring the mere little roach,
At my blossoming beauty clearly flawless.
He turns his neck and looks around,
At my world seemingly endless;
The cells I sit, fairness of frowns,
A rule never so careless.
He lifts his hand, a razor clean.
His fiery eyes deeply glaring.
He takes a step, a will so keen,
I had not seen him coming.
I depressingly scream and helplessly shout.
I am truly, kindly praying.
Can he not notice my dry mouth?
Oh, I am a creature of the living!
This is the end, I know it is,
Even for the little earthling.
Climate Change will be all bliss;
My revenge is so entertaining!
The pain I suffer cannot meet his eye.
That savage smile on his face,
Will be the reason why he will cry.
The future is in my embrace.
It is too late now for your empathy,
It is too late now for that frown,
For in the future, as far as you will see,
I will burn your whole world down.
- Nature.
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If nature had a voice, what do you think it would have said, felt or expericenced?
Also avaliable in The Power Of Poetry 2023 - The Art Of Emotion.
My age when writing this - 14
The date this was written - 30th April, 2023
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