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)
- 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
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
Thank you for your lovely words Fran.
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