A Time Approaches
This is a time....
A time when mankind is on her own suicide journey;
slashing her oxygen supply with feller bunchers;
strangling her food supply with pollution and poisoning,
and drinking streams of chemicals at her own will.
We leave behind a generation that cannot even mourn our doom;
because by then, their eyes cannot behold the acid rain that will drop.
A generation, that the past may have seemed more hopeful than the future.
Juicy apples, wild buffaloes, sky crawling trees, cheerful blue skies and
traveling birds would be only but an imagination.
Their dear minds can only wrap around the boundaries of these once photographed pieces of nature.
These pieces of nature took a trip to the land of extinction, never to return.
My heart cries out for the next generation.
A generation for whom nose masks would be a must- have.
“Do I breathe to die?”
“Or stop breathing to live?”
“We have no say: a fate long decided by the actions of our forefathers”, they cry.
“For verily I say unto you, the air we breathe is itself a death trap.”
Human extinction would take over the conversations in society.
That time approaches....
Let us race to save Mother Earth, she is slowly running out breath
And we are slowly running out of time.