Wind blows through hollow factories
now the playgrounds for our children
The war waged for rights to oil
has made certain that no one shall have it
The world now lays in silence
as all machines come to screeching halt
The laws no longer rule the land
in the minds of the half crazed starving
Population diminished to wolf packs
hunters in the night
The ozone is now a thing of the past
as the sun burns like fire
Factories are gardens to be defended
from roaming packs of man
Everything is contaminated
causing mutation of the genes
Sterility is rampant in a dying race
few hear a babies cry
As the population of the aged
continues to die
Technology took the back seat
for the fight of pure existence
Sickness now runs rampant
in winds that spread the plague
Cities of hollow castles
turned into killing fields
The battle for survival
made sure they would be cleared
Communication a thing of the past
in a world where life can not last
On this giant ball of earth
the last scene has been cast
A contest entry
- The End Of The World by abyssalchainsaw.
330 points, ended May 16, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Fire flies in the garden
Comments
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Very nice, powerful message and well written, and just how true the message is makes it all the more powerful.
Enjoyed
and thanks for entering.
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