Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2012
Dying out,
I can feel it coming,
We’re cooking the planet,
Polluting the skies,
The rivers are mud,
Telling ourselves lies,
Dying out.

Won’t exist,
I can sense the future,
We’re killing planet Earth,
Causing our demise,
Bringing our kind down,
The horsemen arise,
Won’t exist.
written in 2009
Simon Clark
Written by
Simon Clark
626
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems