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An Earth to Remember

This is a take on the heartless and mindless activities that human beings involve in without thinking of possible atmospheric outcomes

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Feeling for air to no avail, black patches soggy edges with rotting breath

My hands don’t function in light no more, demon clouds shrouding my head

Banishing my fruits and blooms away.


Tears I have none, only smother and blight

Like a wet cloth, twisted to mop a hundred times

Frayed beyond recognition are my lungs.


They need to grow in riches, they need to attain praise

The perfect sync and harmony, to create steel and style in plenty

Hatching away and smoking away to cover the blue sky.


War roars in laughter, juggles fire and plays catch

Once or twice he misses the dice, a boom and a whoosh of gas

Burning corpses and a tattered air.

The shredding Ozone will lie waste to planet earth and its developed state

But life demands black patches to lay fresh factory grime

In the sea on the shore and also inside.


The water on my head is dry, not a drop to drink for a while

Famine reaches my gut, Pestilence reaches for that last soft spot

But Death takes his own sweet time.


Proud they are like big cats scratching away till my last breath

My hands and legs ache carving the paths to their money and estates

Feasting on every last piece of my flesh.

No tomorrow is too late, they know not what calamity awaits

When oxygen is low, freshness is strife, and drought seems simple

I’ll be long gone but they will suffer twice.


Pushing through the deciduous shedding green and corrupting roots

Man is the greatest being, or at least that’s what we knew

But my rotten tattered boughs say otherwise.


Catastrophe will befall soon, wounds self-inflicted

The human species with all its trials will end the streams of health

To evolve and maintain standards so high


They need to win every war, improve their nuclear tides

Millions on battle equipment, hungry mouths not that important

The last of the Apocalypse to meet their empty eyes.

© 2019 Tiyasha Maitra

Comments

Tiyasha Maitra (author) from Gurgaon on October 26, 2019:

Thanks Lora. I am glad that I could express the concerns clearly. Thanks for commenting. Let's hope we can bring in the required changes soon. Or else our planet is soon going to be in dire straits.

Lora Hollings on October 26, 2019:

If we don't wake up soon we will pass the point of no return! Your poem resonates with this truth. Our earth is dying and our politicians up until this point have done nothing to stop this accelerated path to a doomsday of our own making! Your poem confronts us directly with the truth that we need to change our course now or there will be no hope for the future. We must elect leaders who realize the importance of putting our environment first and we must all do our part in changing our lifestyles to a much more sustainable one. Your poem is a wake up cry to save our earth! Thanks for sharing.

Tiyasha Maitra (author) from Gurgaon on October 25, 2019:

I agree Brenda. Each of us needs to wake up and do his/her bit.

BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on October 25, 2019:

The sad part is the ones making the decisions will be long gone when the worst of it hits.

Hopefully someone will wake up and realize we need to protect the future.

Valid concerns.

Tiyasha Maitra (author) from Gurgaon on October 25, 2019:

Thanks John. I completely agree. I think everything boils down to simply a choice. And mankind just prefer to close their eyes when it comes to taking responsibility about the environment.

John Hansen from Queensland Australia on October 25, 2019:

A hard-hitting poem that tackles some very real issues. man needs to take more responsibility.

Tiyasha Maitra (author) from Gurgaon on October 25, 2019:

Exactly. Corruption is at the core of all calamities. It's terrifying to imagine the possible outcomes.

Thanks for commenting Lorna

Lorna Lamon on October 25, 2019:

Sadly this is the case - I only hope it isn't too late. Until corrupt governments are made accountable then it really will be the Apocalypse. A strong poem and a timely reminder- thank you for sharing.