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Dec 2016
New Mazdas flying overhead
The air is clean and clear
Worries of pollution dead
This world is full of cheer
A world for us to thrive
What a time to be alive

On the ground we bled
Around us is only fear
Nuclear waste where we tread
Death in our atmosphere
Why did the missiles arrive?
What a time to be alive

The sidewalk moves me along
To my new job downtown
Birds chirping their song
To the cities bustling sound
Around only clean cars drive
What a time to be alive

All our decisions were wrong
Our wars ruptured the ground
Left are only the strong
Even so life is barely found
It's been this way since I was five
What a time to be alive

The day ends as I go to dinner
The people around me joyful
And all we have to consider
Is how we to make our bellies full
Into our meal we dive
What a time to be alive

Every day we grow thinner
The dirt I have to eat is awful
Punishments for us as sinners
Humans, the environment culls
For the earth that died
What a time to be alive

I leave the table, answer my phone
My wife asks when I'll be back
Broken is the cleaning drone
I tell her, "After dinner with Jack"
Thankful for my beautiful bride
What a time to be alive

At first I believed I was alone
But in the darkness I hear a crack
All I imagine is my tombstone
As my death waits in the black
No where for me to hide
What a time to be alive

The night ends, and I pay
I walk home and think
About how it got this way
No more is hate's stink
All that's left is love's order
A world of hope and wonder

The night ends, and I pray
No more living at the brink
Why does it have to stay
A place of darkness' ink
Where all that's left are monsters
A world of misery and terror
A poem for a contest about what I think 2050 will be like. It's about two possible extremes of the future. One of a perfect society where there is no pollution and all we have to worry about is how we'll fill our next day with happiness. The other future is one of nuclear fallout where our wars tore the earth apart and all we do is rot. Each stanza switches between the two worlds.
Written by
Brett Palmero  26/M/Chicago
(26/M/Chicago)   
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