Petrol fumes on Rushlake Crescent
Wafting between the grey buildings
That skirt the reeking tarmac road
Which, with great thanks to the sun,
Smokes a poisonous and sickly gas.
Polluted lungs and choking children
From a nearby school zone, thick
And threatening white stripes painted
Eternally on the road, lines that warn
Drivers to slow! or else the innocent
Strips will be stained red with blood.
And on what was once a verdant horizon
Lay thousands of shining silver squares
That gleam with the light of a dying
Planet, an earth that hungers for
Simple salvation; for relief, for security,
For life. It longs to be saved from us.
Among that grotesque skyline beam
Bright lights from inside every building
Glowing industrial yellow behind each window.
And beyond, further in the distance,
Unmistakably indistinct, there is more.
There is more than what we can see right now,
What we first interpret as a spreading urban
disease, there is much more. There is yet
Another city, yet another conurbation of dejection
And complete relentless dereliction
That cannot be combated with even the
Strongest mind, or the strongest will to produce
Luscious greenery. Inevitable, the metropolis
Afflicts the natural beauty with its greedy
Ashen abnormality that plagues even the
Brightest city. I watch as my own city is drowned
In a grey sea, until nothing remains but callous
Concrete, and all that remains is ourselves, until even
We fade away from the earth (at our own hands),
And my head is held to face my city as it
Decays and I can do nothing. With the earth
As my city, I had so much to protect, and
Now I have so much to lose. The fire
Spreads and engulfs my city in one last
Flame, going out in a literal blaze of glory.
My city is the whole earth, and someday soon
We shall all have to bear witness to its fate.
- Author: hannah (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 7th, 2019 15:42
- Comment from author about the poem: The inspiration for this came about very unexpectedly, as I was walking home (by Rushlake Crescent) and felt suddenly dizzy with the strong smell of petrol. Then I looked up and noticed the multitude of cars and big, ugly buildings that I had never really seen before., where there used to be rolling green hills and a blue sky; but today the air was polluted, and the clouds were dark, and everything appeared grey.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Thanks HANNAH ~ I am an Environmental Chemist and I echo every word in your elegant but frightening POEM. I share this site with Angela my Fiancee and we plan to marry at Easter 2020. She is currently in Nuclear free New Zealand (til OCTOBER 2019) Im in UK. She is a Biologist & a Physiotherapist and we both feel the same as YOU ~ Planet Earth is DYING. We worry about having Kids (they would still be alive in 2100) because of negative future projections. It can only get worse ! in 2100 population will be 15 billion (we cant feed half that number) 75% of population will live in Cities (11.5 billion) Sea level will rise ~ deserts will increase ~ forests will dissapear ~ coasts will dissapear ~ CO2 will rise to 1000ppm (from 400ppm) Average Global Temperature will rise from 16C to 20C and all the icecaps will melt ! Sea life will die due to micro plastic ! With PEOPLE like TRUMP etc in CHARGE NOTHING can stop the ROT. Stop the WORLD ~ I want to get OFF ! I'll be 90 in 2073 but the planet may be dead by 2050 at the present rate ~ watch this space ! Poeple call me a PROPHET of DOOM ~ but my Scientific Friends tell me Im just stating the obvious.
Thanks for raising the issue it is MEGA ~
YOURS ~ BRIAN & ANGELA !
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