Dividing Glory

A Land Divided, A World Colliding.

A land divided by environmental disaster and regrowth.

They all knew their fates, it didn't stop the capitalists.

With the world divided in two colonies by the split of the Arctic and Pacific Oceans.

The self-appointed elite class lived in urban cities where housing was built as skyscrapers and the only lawns are the array of satellite dishes on those very rooftops. While the other half of the population live as environmental hermits, one could say.

Social disarray with politics and unheeded warnings turning the tide on environmental consciousness. The elite didn't see a concern in their proclivity to farm resources to their dire last. Their wasteful nature was just the result of their egocentric and self-serving single-mindedness.

Both sides of the divide had agreed to stationed docks in the ocean to establish their segments. Allowing for ease of control and restrictions of the planet's use.

Resources were dispensed graciously between the elite with most products fashioned from cold steel or sturdy plastics. Recycling was the enemy of every capitalist and commercialist; which was thus frowned upon anyone with these practices. With limited space, the dumping was extended to any landfill and sewage soon overflowed to rivers; this ultimately pushed down into their cordon of the oceans.

Whilst the environmental heroes saw the repercussions of the elite's actions and decided to create their own haven, cut off from the elite's network and trading resources. There were citizens who feared their downfall. Without the elite's knowledge and technology, how could they strive as a newly built nation? Though the founders merely prided themselves in the rebuilding of nature. For the restored ecosystems will provide all they need to survive.

On cold days, the elite coddled their riches and possessions, bringing little comfort from the dreary weather. With their polluted oceans, the water turned to blackened mire. Overcast days were a guaranteed daily occurrence with their rain reduced to smothering sludge.

On the other side of the world with the environmentalist colony hard at work: their nature had flourished and restored in nearly no time. Their appointed oceans recovered from the over-farming and pollution. Their oath to rebuild had allowed mother nature to replenish what was exhausted; the forests and earth had recovered with their helping hands. Both fauna and flora on land and in their seas, had repopulated. Allowing for new species to evolve as well. Creating a diverse universe all to themselves, unseen by the elite and unspoiled by their arrogant and destructive ways.

Soon, the elite's gas and oil resources were depleted, there was no protection from the baron winter wasteland that lurked outside their colossal city walls. How could the environmental colony have foreseen their rebutted fate? Were they favored by the divines? The elite colony were all up in arms, worry and fret took over their gluttonous hearts as the freezing Arctic chills swept over their guarded metropolis. The elements wrath, to sooth their lustful revenge.

'Ignorance' – a single word that a forlorn tycoon sprouted.