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labyrinth Oct 10
This is not even a poem, call it a brief story
Showing you how bad the situation will be

Doers and Watchers, as far as I can see
Are sole perpetrators of this class 1 felony,

I’ve tried to portray them as simple as possible
So every single one of you can hold them responsible

Let’s take a deeper look, we may find a solution
Before we die in this environmental pollution

Clean is such a nice word, especially with air
Some purposely don’t get it, mainly profiteer

I’m having hard time to understand how come
People neglect seeing the devastating outcome

Of an ecosystem, that is breaking down
We’re stuck in this weary, alarming countdown

Earth’s been around for 4.5 billion years
In a couple of centuries, wounds in all spheres

Technology is fine I guess, gave us a new angle
It’s the ******* money we just can’t handle

The elite won’t lift a finger for the sake of masses
But soon they’ll have to do it, to cover their *****

Greedy, hungry, and egocentric *******
Urging climate apocalypse, these money masters

Trying to accumulate cash, power and chairs
With appalling ignorance of the world’s real heirs

Think about it! The only crowds of the future
Because of their advantageous nature

Are innocent kids along with the youngsters
Only if they can survive these cruel gangsters

I’ve seen their honor were melting down faster
Than the arctic region. Now, that’s real disaster

The mathematics whispers in my ear saying that
If part of the surplus that the richest had

Could be used against, say; global-warming
There would be no need for any prior warning

To save the mother earth from any danger
Before we turn it into a toxic stranger

Or else people will extinct with a lot of money
I know it sounds sad but also pretty funny

The end seems close, maybe in our life time
I honestly cannot think of a bigger crime

We’re not even aware of that. It’s a crying shame
Like we have nothing to do with it and aliens are to blame

Green and blue are both becoming pale gray
Few mind that, the rest turn their eyes away

It is already costing us a pretty penny
Why wait for digging graves for more than many

We need to change the dictionary we’re using
It is self-destructive and nature-abusing

A good bank for instance is next to a river
Internalize that well, thus you can deliver

Why talk about climate, what’s with all the huff
How about hunger, poverty and bunch of other stuff

I’m not saying that they are not of vital importance
Come to think of it, suppose the order of precedence

Suggests nature first, because without mother-earth
No nothing else will ever have a date of birth

Don’t listen to any of those blatant factions
And without-further-ado, take necessary actions

It means a lot to terra, it can’t thank you enough
Believe me, nothing to fuss about, nor is there a bluff

Convincing even one soul, I mean, a single person
Before above troubles deepen and/or worsen

Cannot be underestimated. Nor can it be judged
I know for sure that nothing’s left to be fudged

This lone writing hopefully, aiming at the subject
May encourage someone to rise and further object

It’s up to you my friend to give a **** or not
This humble work proves that I’ve at least tried

Other methods were tested and results are pathetic
That’s why Labyrinth’s warning you in a way so poetic

You might as well quit. But what if you liked the skit.
If so, be my guest and start spreading it
Pending copyright process
It wasn't me.
I am too late and so are you.
Maybe our parents also were
And those before them too.
Does it matter?
We are all failures
The generation of expectations
Now all washed out and dried up.
Last efforts for lost causes
Final notes of the funeral march.
It is we who will preach the services
And lower Mother Earth's casket.
After that, who will be there
To bury us in the end?
When there's nothing left to bury
And no Earth to lay us in?
Courtney Aug 25
chest pain and it's getting harder to breathe
tornados hyperventilating through my lungs
ocean tides are rising
blurring out my vision
desert waves of heat burning up my skin
the rage of an amazonian fire
scalding my hopes and dreams
vertebrae line my spine like jagged mountain peaks
rips in my nail beds
the parting red sea
callous on my hands the way you were callous to me
Shofi Ahmed Aug 22
Making the global village
a success story.
Live out of your imagination
not your history!
Faizel Farzee Aug 20
This is writing at its finest
I’m speaking to you, I guess you blinded
Let’s rewind it
Take a second to relax
Just exhale, let me try and explain the facts

I write to be different
Conforming to conformity
To me it’s a sin
I grin
The worlds in a spin
Greed rule, and our moral light is set to dim
I see the dark of this world
But have nowhere to swim

I’m drowning again
Can you not feel the pain
I’m not talking about mine, but those children’s dying in vain
Being slain
For someone else’s gain
Why can’t these monsters just refrain
I guess it’s a global issue
Though I still have disdain
Why should it stay the same
Just maybe
This life is a rigged game
It’s insane
Wait, let me stop
Before I start writing in flame
passion of the word
Rainy day of August
Body soaked in water
Blood spilled on the globe
Newspaper, bold typewriter
Announcement: We all trust
Our firms going down the *****
Conscious failures activated
We are up and running
Alarms and seers devaluated
The clock, tick tock, is turning

Oblivious with our existence
We collect data to combat the sentence
"Climate change is an orchestrated plot"
Our oceans swell with our pollution
Take a drag citizen, ‘tis the finest ***
"Global warming for sure is an illusion"
Get down, gulp down the pill of nothingness
Fertile ***** matter, for a ravenous press
Rise with me poets, let’s stand before the storm
This is also with words that awareness we form!

What’s your imprint upon this land
Things do not end as you become sand
This Earth sure will survive grass above our mass
Stones will crumble yet nature will not pass.  

Nancy, August 17, 2019
First poem of the summer season written in English. It took me three attempts to get back to it.
Keiri Aug 6
Oh shut up! Said the horror of the community that preferred to shut the voices they feared. Stop speaking nonsense for the nonsense was not mine.

Don't you tell lies said the people that preferred to walk around with blindfolds. Speak no more said the only person that you finally got to listen to you.

I've lost it all.
I am now alone in my forest green.
I can't believe I'm abandoned like this.
If only they'd listen to what I've seen.

The world is round, and Paris lies in France.
But all my words appear to be lies.
I won't give up; I know what I know.
There's a rainbow in my head, and something beyond the skies.

Oh shut up said the sceptic, the idealistic dream that lives of money. We don't need your heathen ideas anymore, for you are cursed to be bound to a burning pole with you and your dreams and ideas. Your visions are not to be told!

Call me when you do need me, I will await you, with my rainbow in my head and something beyond the skies. I will help you get the grass green again.
A little bit of literature combined with poetry to show the world how solutions are handled regarding global warming. It also reflects the feeling I get when people don't believe in me. When I was very young, and no one believed a word I said due to my vast imagination, I wanted to be believed and once said "Paris lies in France" just to see how my family would react. They responded "That's not true" out of habit, then realised what they said. Denied they ever denied Paris like that, ever since. And even of that event, I appear to be a liar.
Mitch Prax Jul 21
Mother Earth, she aches-
the more we are heating, the
more she is bleeding

10:03 PM
Pratyush Jul 3
Khubsurat sa desh tha pehle hamara,
Khub tareef karta tha yeh zamana,
Baat thi kuch uss desh meh nirali,
Kyuki Charo aur thi bas hariyali,
Badal chuki hai mere desh ki laali,
Tut chuki hai bhaichare ki daali,
Apne de rahe hai ek doosre ko gaali,
Aaj koi saath nahi manata holi ya diwali,
Kaha gayi mere desh ki voh hariyali,
Bandha hua hai desh dhaago se kaali,
Kaat dena hai voh dhage hume saari,
Banate hai desh ko jaise ek madhur kawaali,
Vapas aayegi mere desh meh voh laali,
Tareef karegi hamare desh ki duniya saari,
Saath milkar raho mere desh vaasi,
Door rahehi bhedbhav ki voh saaya kaali.
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