Save Yourself 3 of 4

A few hours of tittering on past glories of a planet, Tsal, Pezal and the team see a screen still alive from sun's power, Broadcasting (most likely in a loop) with partly dark LEDs The news of a time when Nature hadn't turned entirely sour. Tsal asks himself like a sharp stab to his chest: "Didn't they read the signs?" Tropical rains coming early Then late year on year, messing up planting and harvesting, While thermometers lost touch with reality, doing exactly what wasn't said on the telly. Floods washed away months of tilling and planting on estates, While droughts washed away whole villages, leaving them empty, And more nuclear disasters decimated whole cities and states, But life went on disregarding the warning in Humpty Dumpty Fiddling with the core's magnetic fields led to imbalance, And the Earth struggled to shake off the destroyers, Spewing molten venom and nerve gas to dance Upon the lives of sons, daughters and fathers and mothers. Yeah, Nature had long lost what was left of patience, As the Ozone let in the rays so long waiting at Earth's doors, To steal the seas and rivers out into space's expanse, As if to say: "You have all, yet you don't recognize, and keep seeking more." (c) Nyonglema