Things are different now, oh Child of The Old.
Our world is uninhabitable.
Where forests once existed,
raging fires smolder endlessly.
We cannot breath with our bare lungs,
for there is nothing left to breath.
Where polar ice caps circulate within the ocean currents,
and zoos are natural history museums.
Where hurricanes, floods, and heat waves are a part of the daily forecast.
People perish without arable land.
Genocide from drought.
Cities submerged by flooding.
Nondiscriminatory diseases.
Death dominates by an overheated climate.
We no longer see the stars,
oh Child of The Old.
For you have harmed the sky.
It will no longer bless us with life,
For you have abused it beyond repair.
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A Collection of Thoughts
PoetryA collection of mostly free verse poems and short stories. Sometimes it is nice to simply clear your head. *Trigger warnings: descriptions of disturbing themes such as: body horror, death, interactions with the uncanny, topics in biology, and suici...
