Poetry

The World

The world spins round and round

Until humans came about

the earth started to drown

because humans started to sprout

They destroyed the world 

with every step they took

their fingers, bloody, broken, curled

around every valley, mountain, and brook

They killed off their home slowly

acting like it was not their pollution

that caused it, because they were "holy"

too focused on their consumer illusion

It was unlivable. It was too late.

Their unforgivable actions created an expiration date.