Extinction

The Past A pristine blue sky Mirrored agrarian lives Living with nature. Their work was always difficult But that never seemed to matter. Their crops were all that counted most: Enough to feed the family In good times as well as the bad Everyone loved their plot of land. They knew it meant their survival So the hard work was the trade-off. What developed was mutual Respect: an interconnection Whereby one affects the other; But then one day a cloud appeared: A black, menacing, looming cloud Foretelling future misfortune. The Present The industrial Revolution dawned under This foreboding cloud. Machines began to do the work That man and beasts for eons had Performed with blood, sweat and tears. His work was easier to do But soon discovered that he had Become an industrial slave. A mere symbiotic creature: His nature was parasitic. He no longer had in himself The oneness and independence That he had always called his own. He’d become fat and ignorant Living by his own destructive Philosophy: hedonism. The future The sky is poisoned As well as the land and the seas. The earth was dying. Through Mans continuous neglect The earth became terminally Ill. It was no longer able To sustain the needs of Mankind. War broke out all over the globe Millions killed, many more had starved To death; billions soon will follow Billions more after that. The stench Of rotting flesh has overwhelmed Those able to live another Hopeless day, gasped the putrid air Futile murmurings continued Until silenced by the guns The ultimate judicature. An eerie silence Prevailed and all that was heard Was screeching vultures.