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Rated: E · Poetry · Environment · #2092580
Is it the end of days?
Scorched Planet.

The temperature is swelltering and hot.
I walk; the grass breaks under feet like straw.
The world is suffering, all green is not.
I think it's mother nature in the raw.

The planet, burning, polar caps will thaw,
It is illusion, hope you like the snows.
In history why humans are the flaw?
It happens once our ocean current goes.

We ask ourselves when? No one really knows.
We played our part, now all our soul's to blame.
The ice will move in, crush us as it grows.
Live, carry what's left of our human name.

Just spend some time think; happening right now?
Lets come together before world goes pow!

(Spencerian)
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