This is us upon boiling backdrop; Lands dry, steeped in sorrow, Children licking empty bowl, Feet jutting out cardboard home.
Women battered on savage streets Spreading limbs in painful masquerade.
Boys beautiful lips bleeding in alleyway, Girls heeled and bare to a reluctant ache, Powerful men grunting over them Piercing green souls in undone rage.
Shattered lands against blackened horizon, Terror-stamped freedom fighters Gored, mutilated, tortured and bombed.
Godless gods dropping god awful weight Over helpless, fleeing, shrieking shapes.
Unimaginable sun torching the sky Melting mammoth ice and burning tree Dying beasts scourged by machinery.
Humankind upon scorching canvas; ...The future doesn’t need us.
This is us upon boiling backdrop;
Lands dry, steeped in sorrow,
Children licking empty bowl,
Feet jutting out cardboard home.
Women battered on savage streets
Spreading limbs in painful masquerade.
Boys beautiful lips bleeding in alleyway,
Girls heeled and bare to a reluctant ache,
Powerful men grunting over them
Piercing green souls in undone rage.
Shattered lands against blackened horizon,
Terror-stamped freedom fighters
Gored, mutilated, tortured and bombed.
Godless gods dropping god awful weight
Over helpless, fleeing, shrieking shapes.
Unimaginable sun torching the sky
Melting mammoth ice and burning tree
Dying beasts scourged by machinery.
Humankind upon scorching canvas;
...The future doesn’t need us.
Copyright © 2006 mrp / thepoetryman
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