The world is coming to an end Wars and germs and all godsend, They seminate guns and arms And everything that causes harms, The environment as we know has become our worst foe, instead of people taking care they just drive us to despair, but like me i don’t care much cause my world is out of touch, my atmosphere has a light air leaving me nothing to scare, all my atmosphere is augmented saturated and fermented, by the sweetness of your looks out of schemes out of the books.
Have you seen this morning’s redness? You’ll forget all of your sadness, While the sun is on the rise Night and day will coincide, Mixing colours for the dawn As the day gets duly born, To reveal a brand new day In a pastel colour clay, Very hard is to compare All the colours and the glare, They just hand you out the muse For daydreaming without blues.
Price of freedom No longer valid A mute point In wake of coup Nobody knew Just wanted a change Free us From status quo Election win Trump is in Firing begins Appointments made Senate approved Stacking the cards Republicans White supremacists Anti-semites Homophobics And the like In the end Happened so fast No time to react No time to plan Free us from tyranny Christians cry Wondering why Their table turned Whilst turning a blind eye But we loved you...
In a world strapped in Global Warming we saw the warnings. In the early morning Global Viruses likely cause crisis. Like this, Financial Death lurks like the Grim Reaper. Outdated Infrastructure is lethal to the community. Obsolete Education makes this poem look foreign in America. Flat Earth. Plate Tectonics crack back in search of rebirth. Perhaps nature doesn't nurture capitalism.