A Better Future
One fine day, maybe,
light will shine again.
For life is dying,
All life nourishment
is cut off, all air
toxic sodomized,
plants suffocated,
Harmony halted,
an overloaded
of emotional
culpability.
We pave our way to
hell, our evil with
insincere designs.
Gracious mysticism
is a dirty word,
peace a bygone dream.
Trees are felled, or burned,
rills chemically
polluted. Deprived
are fish of their seas.
The polar regions
are slowly melting.
Yet one day, maybe,
the light will shine once
more and maybe I'll
find a deep baggage
full of bright rose quartz.
11 April 2021
Anacreontic Verse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
30 lines
5 syllables per line
Checked on www.howmanysyllables.com
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