The rain came down in a torrent, while The rest of the world had slept, The mud it churned was abhorrent, It was as if the planet wept. They said we’d come to the final times That the earth could take no more, For people raged like a virus Rotting the planet down to the core.
They said it’s time that we left the place That we found a pristine home, It’s sitting, somewhere out there in space If we had the ship to roam. But we’re tied forever to walk the earth And to share in its demise, Or stop polluting, and rape, and looting The place we live our lives.
For God is not going to save us now Since he gave us all free will, He won’t be along to pick it up The rubbish that we spill, His temper’s seen in the thunderheads And the lightning in a storm, The earthquake under our feet of clay So we’ll wish we’d not been born.
The final times have been coming since The ancient days of Tyre, And we, like them will be running from Destruction, and from fire, It’s much too late to pontificate On the things that should be done, Before the planet’s a wasted mass On its journey around the sun.
Honest, strong and logical poetry. I enjoyed the honest and direct tone of the words. Old Earth will out-last man. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry David.
Coyote
I'm really glad I found your writing. It inspires me. Yes we shall share in its demise. Though I do hope we all stop the terrible things we're doing to ourselves and the planet. I could keep writing cause honestly this really got me thinking as this subject usually does. Thanks for that, and thanks for sharing. Looking forward to reading more of your work.
I have often wondered if every civilisation has been as aware of their impending demise as ours - were they all as nonchalant to it's approach? Perhaps that's just the way it goes.
A time and a season for all things.
I like this slant to your writing my friend.
And so it has been written in a book that most have read. But leave it up to you to always emphasize the dread.We understand the words you pen in perfect meter and rhyme, reminding us all Hell could come in not too long a time. Your gift moves me David....Barbz