Providence of a Dying Planet

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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 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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  • ANGELA & BRIAN

    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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