The Condemned Planet
No person wants to live in a condemned building, with it's decrepit roof and ceiling
raining asbestos and lead upon your head, no one wants it but you can always go outside.
No person wants to live in a condemned building and drink from it's rusty faucets filled
with mercury and lead, lithium and rust, water so brown with bacteria and dirt that no
person should have to drink it but you can always drink from a bottle.
No person wants to live in a condemned building with it's putrid air so filthy and full of
dust and bacteria that sickness is not a possibility it is guaranteed but no one says you
have to live there, unless your poor that is.
No person wants to live in a condemned building with windows unable to protect from heat
or cold, where summers can suffocate and winter's can freeze. Where your about as safe
behind those windows as a tree is from the air. Any cretin from outside could easily come
inside and do unspeakable things. Such a house is unlivable and should be condemned.
However, what if the outside world was no better?
What if air outside was rotten with disease and poison and the lakes and oceans were so
brown that dying of thirst would be advisable?
What if the ground itself was so filled with garbage and waste that you wonder why you
can't just live somewhere else?
What if the planet itself were condemned and unlivable? Where would you or I go?
This is not as much a fantasy as it is reality that the planet should be condemned and no
one living thing should live here yet we have no place to go and we have no one else to
blame but ourselves.
Can this fixer upper be repaired or will we, the human race be condemned along side of it?
Copyright © Michael Benkhen | Year Posted 2010
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