I walk upon the caramel moon-dust,
as I walk to the edge and espy an Earth
of crimson and coal. Caused by the
humans and their romance with rockets.
The waters now a silver sludge,
and the land looked like a dying fire.
The Earth was converted to a candle
for the Solar system.
Men are a mix of mindlessness
and mercilessness. Man manufactured
and marauded their planet.
We should have wished for wit!
Hey-hey, my name is Daniella, and I just joined HP, and I'm an intemet-punk/tumblr-core poet/writer. This is an anti-nuclear, anti-war and ant-Trump poem so it's not my unusual. I usually write more avant-garde, teenage-angsty kind of poems and shitty Keatsian odes to nature because I'm a tumblr gal, lol