The War WithinA Poem by SCRIBBLERI had once lived in a world, that nourished peace. A world that gave refuge to happiness, deserted gloom. I, now see a world, that has abandoned hope, but hugged despair. Where once, sprouted crops to fulfil once need, sprouts weeds not enough to feed Where once, fish resided without fear, has now become a death trap for those who come near. Where once, the sky would provide rains of freedom, now brings to us chains of fever. This is what we may find, in a hundred years time. The ground that provided a space to earn, now offers a place to rest in gloom. Its changed its colour and shape, adapted its duty for our sake. Where once it gifted food for a feed, it supports a dead’s need. Plants and trees, now a distant memory. We may have developed, created bigger buildings. But though it may seem a successful try, our earth is being confined. The water that offered us assurance, now an evil lair. One that has set traps, for those who reside near. Plastic a replacement for seaweed, skeletons the new view. Marine life has drowned in its own domain. We may have developed, created bigger buildings. But though it may seem a successful try, our earth is being confined. The sky that was once filled with white fluffy clouds, now illuminate a harsh background. The air is now filthy, needs have changed. Smoke has replaced oxygen, soot the air. The ground is lined, with stitches that need repair. We may have developed, created bigger buildings. But though it may seem a successful try, our earth is being confined. I had once lived in a world, that nourished peace. A world that gave refuge to happiness, deserted gloom. I, now see a world, that has abandoned hope, but hugged despair. Where once, sprouted crops to fulfil once need, sprouts weeds not enough to feed Where once, fish resided without fear, has now become a death trap for those who come near. Where once, the sky would provide rains of freedom, now brings to us chains of fever. This is what we may find, in a hundred years time. © 2015 SCRIBBLERAuthor's Note
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17 Reviews  Last Updated on June 5, 2015 Tags: Pollution, Destruction, Mother Earth Author
SCRIBBLERAuckland, New ZealandAboutPeople may hear your words, but they feel your attitude!- John C. Maxwell. more..Writing
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