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do you need a quatrain?

death is coming, it is a dark point on the horizon

it will be here, sooner than expected, the planet is dying

why are you preparing for a future, the future

why are you denying it is happening, sticking your head in the sand

going about, living carefree, when your children will suffer, millions will die

 

do you need a quatrain, a burning bush, to see the horror racing towards us

nostradamus didn’t see it, but we did, like a slow train wreck

the air will burn your lungs, the oceans scald your flesh

by the time you react, you will have reached the point of no return

your children are an army of dead men walking

their bodies catching up to their environmental fate

it is too late to cry, it is time to die

 

what will we do, how will we choose, who lives, who perishes

your cozy lives will disintegrate in social chaos as individual fight for survival

our former rules and norms will vanish, as the strong and ruthless vanquish

you will witness horrors, etched into your mind, re-dreamt every night

 

scream and cry, it could have been avoid, such is the tragedy of the commons

complacency of the masses, mass graves of the innocent

gods will die, civilizations will fall, as you huddle, shaking in a dark corner

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Written by
ghost-queen
Published
May 12, 2019
Lines·Words
19·223
Notes

Darkness, by Lord Byron , 1816, year without a summer

https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3322429/pale-horse/

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#earth#climate#change#nostradamus#quatrain
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