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A look forward to what may await the human race unless action is taken now |
The dreary sky hangs overhead Grey-black clouds turn day to night, Acid rain begins to pour Filling all our hearts with fright. Darkness in the middle of the day Instead of the bright sun shining down, All our reservoirs spill o’er We live in fear that we might drown. The dreary sky torments us all With the burning sun replacing rain, Our gentle skin blisters and peels ‘Til winter comes around again. A dreary sky, a blazing sun A wretched, evil universe, A horrid place for life to live It almost seems it can’t get worse. A sky as dark as bitumen As black as any madman’s soul, So black, when planes vanish into it You feel your marrow turning cold. You fear such clouds could swallow up And not release the aeroplanes, You hold your breath unawares Gasping till they appear again. But now the planes are slick with muck Released from within the awful clouds, Wings coated in a foul sewer-mess Like vampires draped in jet-black shrouds. The dreary sky does not give life It takes away, giving back only death, Seeding fields with noxious rain And brutal stench to take our breath. Birds fall from the dreary sky Victims of the fetid air, Those gentle creatures crash to ground Their lives so precious, soon so rare. THE END © Copyright 2023 Philip Roberts Melbourne, Victoria, Australia |