Pollution

In a world of stained rivers and shadowy black skies,

Plants dying, creatures and their cries.

In a world suffocated with rubbish and debris,

Leaving animals and creatures no choice but to flee.

In a world that used to be an abyss of colour,

The water once crystalline, now dreary and grey.

In a world when fish were abundant, now few and scarce,

The once beautiful earth has been betrayed.

In a world when humans profit as nature dies,

When life was once tranquil.   

In a world where humans deconstruct, no mercy in their eyes.

And yet humans ask, “Can we go back, still?”

But we won’t dread the future,

We’ll all be dead as well.

We will not hear the cursing

Of those who created their hell.