Clouds of Destruction

MendedFences27

 Clouds of Destruction



The windmills of our minds

spin backward at this time.

Our hearts are under attack

from an Army of the Megalomaniacs.

The moon reflects every night

upon its neighbor and her plight.

Wonders if she knows how naked she appears

when seen through the windows of yesteryears.

The ocean seas arise each day higher than the day before.

Firestorms interlope, take our homes and become a “force majeure.”

The rainforests disappear, embarrassed by the shame.

Sea ice melts and Greenland regains her name.

Droughts dry up one half of the countryside

while the other is underwater from rising tides.

Rivers in springtime overflow their banks

and people are forced to withdraw their dollars.

In Florida the economy begins to shoot blanks.

Tourism won't increase because hurricanes are frequent callers.

 

Insect outbreaks increase.

Agricultural yields decrease.

The beekeeper has no honey.

Because she left with all his money.

 

The sheep are no longer in the meadow

rather, they’re in the house and senate.

The donkey and the elephant know how to borrow.

They’ll take care of themselves. It’s their tenet.

 

While we sit and wonder how this crazy world stands

the powers that be take turns sitting on their hands

as the world self-destructs because of pollutants

or maybe we all just explode into nuclear mutants.

  • Author: MendedFences27 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 20th, 2022 15:58
  • Comment from author about the poem: Ka-boom!!!
  • Category: Sociopolitical
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