In Another Way

As the day dawns, 

Humanity yawns.

A yawn symbolising the death of life, 

Seriously, 

life is a strife 

2300, the year,  

A symbol of a great stumble 

Truckloads of dead animals, 

Fill the streets,

As autumn vibes fill the air.

The man has to take the fault, 

For the bushfire and the lightning bolt. 

Nature’s smell is disgusting 

And the sight is grotesque. 

Our life is dead, 

But existing,

In another way.