Under Pressure.

Wallace

Under a darkened sky.

No birds do energetically fly.

No sun does shine its light.

Everyday the colour of night.

Mother earth is feeling sick.

Her body does tock but doesn't tick.

The end is somewhat near.

Living species live in fear.

Deep oceans come ashore.

Soon dry land there will be no more.

Winds turn into gales.

Infastructure crumbles and fails.

Under a darkened sky.

I sit and tremble and cry.

 

  • Author: Wallace (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 4th, 2018 03:15
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  • Lorna

    Frightening isn't it Wallace - but here's a site that gives us some of the good news about things being done to counter the bad..... it makes you feel better: https://www.mnn.com/

    • Wallace

      Thank you Lorna.



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