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.