Futures End

bernard franklin

Article written in the New York Tribune.

 Time / Date :-  09.15 am  Monday 14 March 3010 AD.

 

To the people of the past,

 

Mother nature’s had a breakdown

our radioactive oceans smell,

so the world that we’ve inherited

is a form of living hell.

There’s no ozone layer up there

to protect our precious skin,

and the pollution in our water

reminds us of our forbears sin.

 

Our immune systems are useless

so we live in bubbles made of glass,

there’s no protection in the outside world

from our man made poisonous gas.

Over thirty billion people

overpopulate this sphere,

a lack of vitamins and minerals,

brings disease and rabid fear.

 

The ice caps have all melted

So the world is half it’s proper size,

the animal world is now extinct

except for spiders ,bugs and flies.

The average life span’s only forty

as we get old before our time,

no one gets to see their grandkids here

as we all die before our prime.

 

At the start of the fourth millennium

dear God look what have we done ?,

we’ve baste ourselves in cooking oil,

now we’re frying in the Sun.!

Our engineers and scientists

are going to escape the acid rain,

by trying to build a time machine,

to go back and start again.

 

You had a chance a thousand years ago,

to put right then, what was wrong,

if all of you had made an effort,

we could have sung a different song !

  • Author: bernard franklin (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 30th, 2010 06:09
  • Comment from author about the poem: I Thought about the state the worlds in global warming wise, and wondered what it would be like in a thousand years, so i came up with this.
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Comments1

  • Fran

    Great subject to write about, not easy though, but what a marvellous outcome! You tend to write these really striking conclusions at the end of your work, and you did it again right here! Definitely a 10



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