Looking Back

It's the year 2112, a number that appeals to me A century has passed at what my ancestors seen, why did generations not foresee They had reached their twilight zone, earths grand finale The Mayan calender had spoken in silence, as the human count tallied Their scriptures foretold of a horror, a world in slow demise They told of future troubles, where borders would be compromised The seas would rise and flood the lands whilst the rains continued to fall Starvation abounds while the rich remained in bloodied torn appal Stench filled bodies of water, carried floating bloated masses No care for who you lay beside, for death decrees no classes By the year 2030, the earths population was decimated Even the rich were thinned for the weak were underrated If I may welcome you to my world, where cities remain so few Metropolitan they have become, and somehow we have become so true The place where I now reside has built icons from the past Twin towers are now the norm, new memories that will always last The waters never totally receded for it rained for so many years Some people blamed the dying as they were told it was their tears Many of us live in the clouds so close we can touch the sky As we await the next revelation that will finally close our eyes New stories have originated in Cairo, where archaeologists have uncovered A doorway below the Sphinx, telling of how the human race was discovered http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-17.php