When the rivers run black
And oil taints the ocean
When pieces of cotton paper cannot buy you fresh water
When humans choke on their own tongues
Desperately gasping for oxygen no longer there
And walk around like zombies
With masks covering their mouths like shields
When there is no more honey
No more fruit
No more oxygen
No more water
No more dignity
Only then will you see that your cotton paper means absolutely nothing.
YOU ARE READING
365 days of Ashes
PoetryOne poem a day for the next 365 days. This is my 2017 in two books and 365 poems Some poems are narratives of my life and thoughts, others are complete nonsense; figuring out which is which is the best part.
