This world,
This beautiful sphere,
This blue orb,
We're wasting it.
We're being sucked
Into a man-made black-hole.
We're trapped in a cage,
A cage of hate, pollution, and a lack of care.
We're bleeding internally,
The world's pulse, it's dying
As its blood is drained.
Externally, we're a mess.
We're an anorexic world,
Starving to death.
We're being deprived of nutrition and love;
For hate is our disease.
The world's protective blanket
Is now ripped and torn,
And nobody is willing to mend it.
What was beautiful is now ugly,
What was once alive is now dead.
All that is left are tortured souls,
Souls that are left behind on this bloated stomach.
It took a little bit of hate,
A lack of care,
And now we've got self-destruction.
The world is doomed,
Doomed to destruct,
To smother in UV rays,
To radiate in Nuclear waste,
To boil in grease,
To drown in lies,
To soak in blood,
To rot in the depths of despair,
To burn in Hell,
To be lost to the powers of evil...
I don't know about the rest of
This dying world,
But I think it's time to wake up,
Before this nightmare becomes a reality.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved. Written circa 1996.
Originally published on tristanrobertlange.com, September 18, 2025.
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- Comment from author about the poem: This piece was written in 1996, when I was still a teenager. While I wasnβt yet inventing forms or publishing in anthologies, I was already living as a serious poet β performing spoken word at teen arts festivals, open mics, and anywhere the words could breathe. Looking back, I see how much of my voice was already present: urgent, unflinching, prophetic. This is who I have always been.
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Strong words on a painful subject that cries out for redress. I don't consider myself an environmentalist but instead a preventalist and for that it is too late. A conservationist yes to a point. Too many people demanding too much from a planet not designed for it. A powerful message in this write. Well done my friend
Soren, I really appreciate that. Preventalist...I like that word. Youβre right, too many demands on a planet never built to sustain them. Thank you for naming it straight and for receiving this piece so openly, my friend. πΉπ€ππ―οΈπ¦ββ¬
You are always most welcome Tristan, it is my pleasure
I deeply respect who you were and the almost uncompromising stance to tell the truth. This one is going to be my all time favourite. It resonates at all levels.
Once I was reading a book "The Lucky Planet" and it hit me hard that what took billions of years to form, we are about to decimate in few centuries (post Industrial Revolution). The probability of finding another planet like Earth is 1 divided by 1 followed by 26 zeros! But why should we care? Why should we care what we are living behind for our progny? So long we attain the criteria of being successful- all well, all good. Even the word greed is feeling ashamed.
My friend, I canβt tell you how much this means. To have this piece, written when I was still a teenager, reach you like thatβ¦thatβs everything. Youβre right...what took billions to form, weβve squandered in centuries. And greed ashamed of itself...that says it perfectly. Thank you for calling this a favorite and for receiving the truth of it so deeply. πΉπ€ππ―οΈπ¦ββ¬
Well you were way ahead of time because today the world really does suck. πΉ
Teddyβ¦LOL! Right? Feels like I wrote it yesterday, not almost 30 years ago. π± on both the years the state of our world! ππ₯π¨π Thanks again, my friend!
Powerful !
Problems of today ... and warning for future...
Indeed! Thank you, Priya I am glad it delivered, my friend! ππ₯π¨π
Holy crap I wasnβt even born yet when this poem was written! Damn Tristan youβve been doing this for a long time. Would you consider yourself a master poet by now?
Demar...wild, right? Youβre spot onβ¦this one was scribbled back in β96 when I was still a teen. So yeah, a long time ago I suppose it could be called! π€£ As for mastery, if I've mastered anything, it's knowing I'm no master! LOL! All jokes aside, I've been practicing a long time, playing, experimenting and developing my voice...that said, still learning the craft and playing around. π Thanks for the shout out, my friend. Much appreciated. ππ₯π¨π
I not got any poems from 1996. I will post a blank page! lol. I never even knew Tom & Co then. lol.
Orchi, haha! A blank page from you would still somehow be full of wit. But, be warned, just because it is white doesn't mean it's blank. Don't touch it! Why? Don't answer that! π€£ Always glad to have you here, my friend. ππ₯π¨π
We won't be able to answer anything soon! lol.
TRUTH!
Still dozing...everywhere 'Defense' spending is on the rise, while the guy in the White House has reverted the name to 'War'. May be the most honest thing he has ever said... or may ever say...
Prophetic in 1996, even more pertinent today, Tristan.
Dave, I appreciate that. Itβs sobering how a poem written in β96 not only fits the moment weβre living now...but better than it did then. βDefenseβ rebranded to βWarβ really does strip the disguise, doesnβt it? Anywho, thanks again!. ππ₯π¨π
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Keyara, thank you so much. Sorry for the delay, I have been crazy busy and playing catch up. π΅βπ« Youβre right...thereβs sadness here, but itβs bound to the truth of what weβre living through. Thatβs why I first wrote it back in β96, and why I felt it needed to see its day now. As for the image, I made it using Adobe Firefly via Photoshop and uploaded it when posting, the option is directly (I believe) under the textbox where you type your poems before submitting. I hope this helps. Really glad it resonated with you, my dear friend. ππ₯π¨π
The poem expresses a deep concern for the state of the world, highlighting the destructive consequences of human actions driven by hate, neglect, and environmental degradation. It serves as a warning about the impending self-destruction of the planet if humanity does not change its ways.
Friendship, I appreciate you taking it in that way. Thatβs exactly the warning I was carrying even as a teenager...how hate and neglect ripple out into destruction. I only wish it sounded less timely today. Thank you for your thoughtful read, my friend. ππ₯π¨π
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