The Last Sunset

I wrote a poem called "The Next Sunrise" and failed to prepare it to be the best that it could be. So, I created a second version, "The Last Sunset". I hope I've improved. It's long, watch out.

A sword of the damned wielded by man’s very hands

Can humanity even afford another world war, the fabric of history worn torn? Children dying the moment they’re born?

Demanding everything eating away at the sands of life, death’s scythe waiting in the hatred of the night

World of the dead that the devil’s bred, and the words the choir’s angels said and spread upon the burden, the hurting, wishing to close the wound of humanity before it’s insanity, the factories, the bombs, refractory, the monsters till it’s calamities go on until it’s all gone wrong weak or strong all silent

Flesh that’s been breed merely for death cannot be pure, no matter our feelings, our evil is heard

Like lullaby before bed, we kill our own dead with weapons made for death, pollution choking god’s last breath

A last cold breath of the dust as our countries bleed because of our greed and mistrust in the rust the devil lusting for the day when it’s over

What evil we kept that molests our very souls, heavy on our shoulders? Nobody knows, soldiers of torture, no luck from four-leaf clovers when the sky turns blacker than the deepest depths of the ocean

We will leave nothing left, nothing more to wreak havoc on our planet ecstatic to be rich off a method so aggressive pragmatic even too much for the rebirth of resources of the fantastic sturdy elastic Mother Earth

The dirt will be worth nothing when there’s nothing left, only things humanity grows best are greed wrath and neglect

Paying the world back what we stole will be impossible in the cold nuclear winters, this tree has been splintered, I feel scared someday I’ll be another fallen branch, forced to take a stance for the forest, my roots know this

Forced to rot without resources, like so many that never had a chance

How can we erase the defacing of nature by human nations of old, when we’re so bold we’ve nearly swallowed it whole?

Folding under the weight of humanity’s hate, I wonder if god and fate knew the failure they’d create

We’ll eventually be forgotten, rotten, not needed, not wanted, making way for another day growing from the remains of our graves, haunted

So dig your grave with a bloodied blade of human greed, a seed of aggression, another way to grow, fester, and bleed

Put on your aftershave made with the shards of the broken mirror, add to the hatred, add to the fear

But don’t add to the picture that is bound to appear, steer clear of calamity, it’s an overseer, waiting, saying shouting in our ears we could be wiped out in a year

Hopefully not any time near, but when will the people in power stop stepping on the gas, shift to a lower gear, open your window, breath the air, let this beautiful world last

Rather than drive past unprepared without a care about the future we cast, daring to be stupid, useless, a virus eating up everything before moving on to the next

Melting the glaciers ruining Mother Nature with our gas, turning this lovely earth burning, yearning for the past

But you should know, it’s not like the end of day’s has to be near, if we were not greedy, there would be no fear, if renewable energy happened the sky could be clear, if we recycled our garbage, landfills could disappear, if we get rid of the oil drills, appetite that kills, or had any actual effort to rebuild this world could be cured

But we kill the world that’s dear to our hearts

Humanity abuses its body with every war that we start, fighting for money, power, shaking and breaking the world with every message were sending bringing us closer to the ending, and we’ll never restart

We’ve turned the torture of life into a culture, an art

So grab a beer and watch the people cry and cheer aimlessly, shamefully maiming each other, call it evil, or just call it bravery with mentality so savoury

That people consume it and abuse it until things go crazy, for governments, companies, the ones who control, this world is like gravy, going cold turkey on a deal that’s been sold

Watch from your porch as you’re torched by the world forced to your knees, when people do as they please, who do we believe, when there’s no one left to grieve, no air we can breathe? Nothing left to live, give, leave the solar system silent and be seen as nothing but a tombstone

Laugh at the others as their consumed uttering something meaningless before the nothing cleaning us off the universe cursed to be cured and fear by other life, the evil done here, let us give back, let the mistakes stand clear because it’s about time humanity looked in the mirror

It would just take one final disease by our breed of misdeeds, a second of suffering as everything life gives is never enough and the cities are cluttering a world with money doing the talking, the muttering

I can imagine as they scream under the meteor shower that will clean the cowards from their happy hour, show them the power of a solar system abused like a crushed flower or a grape gone sour

Let the cosmos clean itself of the soap of their fat

And the water of their blood

Let it grow new life from the bones of their bodies

The remains in the skyscrapers, the urban sprawl, the golf courses, the hotel lobby’s the devastation of habitat, a sick hobby

Let us be buried alongside with our pride and our money

Sent to wallow in our own sorrow something we caused, still hungry, while the poor are starving, we just harvest what we want from them no alarm bells starting, no care in our hearts and minds, only to find the next gold mine, to become rich, recognized under the eyes of people so unequal in their weak wills, why should we all pay for one person, one company’s evil?

Divided under the cry of a throbbing red skyline abandoned by the people alive, not able to see a single star in the night, with space debris and a damaged ozone layer beyond repair released makes the world want to vomit sick of their lies, released

Burning the planet alive worldwide, with all-seeing eyes watching from above and below, we decide to show up with our surveillance watching every little person, looking for a reason for hurting, military-grade murder, treating citizens like aliens, human lives burdens

We’ll experience our final demise as we try to care for a people so fair that they admit to destroying the earth they refused to share, the businessmen and government deserve so much more than a cold stare

Their aware of the blood in the air, but they refuse to care, married to the money, so lovely the smell of green masks the scent of greenhouse gases passing through the air

Be prepared to hear the sound of silence before the next sunrise, the fear as we realize we’re slowly watching our future die

I hope our descendants are wise to the kind of people we were, so high off our hate that we ate paradise given to us off silver disposable plastic plates

Because we break the weakest links

Suffocating those that speak the words we don’t want them to think

Through murder and rape, pretending to be saints we sink in our own hate, the weight of a world we fail to save

Always hungry for new greed to breed

Using religions to judge and say who’s better, who deserves to carry on living today this is not ok

We’re planting a dirty seed for the future, a dead planet, no better than savages how will they manage with an excuse so fake

We’re heavy with the weight of our own problems, so great that this paradise could become hell, so gassed up that we might have enough breath for just one yell before we are silent, like in the beginning

When the horizon is clouded permanently and shows a green acidic sea how can there be an escape?

This empire needs to fall, don’t you know what’s at stake?

I’m not embracing humanities fate, every death, every yell, is meaningful, we’ve seen it all, can we give up on this jackpot, can we really just fold?

We’ll rob ourselves of a release, a cease fire I fear someday we’ll stay silent

Time is waiting, of the essence, and fading,  as the worlds caving in on itself waiting for the last day and the one last act of violence, the death of our mother

Shade us in darkness, we do not deserve to stay vibrant every new life just cries for another day

But God turns his back on toys he made that refused to be anything other than heartless

The earth melting, falling into pieces, carving away, scaring the dirt, hurting the very idea of human worth

Degrading everything, creating nothing but an ending, a reprimanding for an offending species that downed in their own feces

I can imagine every hurt eradicated with the apathetic patience of a force with no relationship for humanity, no love, no understanding

I can imagine ending the calamity we brought on ourselves, by a bomb shell’s yell, or a cold dark hell that will take decades, centuries to come about

I can imagine as the world fell in on itself, one last time in just another moment of insanity, before nothing moves again

Leaving the bones of a world that truly prospered, a hostile offering for hell, the human suffering from themselves

And what’s left of the meat of the earth, would it give rebirth? New life in the dirt?

Or would it remain a grave, a last trace of grace, solace for a dead race, justice for those who broken down themselves, erased

And in the monster’s defeat, would a rightful sunset be seen before the darkness bleeds out and all of life’s beings and dreams are put to bed by the night light of the star’s bright

I see a final peace waiting for the next sunrise to be shed, a new dream to be breed, a new story to be said

 

And when the whole world turns crimson red running out of breath, who will be left, to feel regret for the world we left, to confess for our crimes, our misused lives, and survive just long enough to watch the sun rise and fall for the last time, preparing for sleep death, and the last sunset

Author's Note

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.

Reviews

[wordman]

one of your best my friend

[Correspondence]

JACK (if that is, your name,) YOU HAVE A GIFT. THIS IS SO DEEPLY PROFOUND. WOW. ~Correspondence, Sitting here reading this, mouth agape

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The poem is a mixture of lots of things going on at a time. You have used so many literary devices...I loved the imagery part, you created a situation in front of readers and then explained it with powerful words. Other than this you added 'Foreshowing', 'Metaphor' and 'Alliteration' (Like lullaby...). I don't know if you realize it or not but I think you have done it greatly. It creates fear and gives comfort at the same time and also creates a feeling of repentance and regret.

This is what I felt:
"If it comes from Heart and ends on a piece of paper,
Know that it's a poet's hand and the truth remains forever"
I loved it!... Really amazing! Congrats!

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

As always, your reviews mean a lot to me. I'm happy this poem is an improvement over "The Next Sunrise". Thank you for your kind words!

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Yess none at the end to realise our previous existence on earth after we leave....as always I enjoyed reading your writing sini!! Thanks a lot for sharing and keep up writing....always!😊

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

Thank you so much Tahsin, I'm happy to share!

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Wc😊...!!!