A ticKing timE BOmb
by c. geeplay
Beyond the city limits and the massive
power plants outside of Los Angeles,
Moscow, Mumbai, Monrovia, Havana,
Burkina ---destructive force is amassing
- the polar ice is disintegrating. Like the
chainsawed timbers hurled away, posing
grave threats to humanity. Despite the
serious consequences staring him in the
face, mankind remains stubborn. Beyond
and above the hills of the ice caps, a
mesmerizing spectacle unfolds - the sun
beam does a graceful ballet of light dance
then fades away. It is a sight of exquisite
beauty, serenity, and enigma. I have
witnessed its enchanting green rays,
resembling a regal queen cresting in a
romantic flow, captivating and resplendent.
And while the polar bear hunt for seals on
the Arctic Bay, seeking refuge on the ice,
the melting crevasses and drifting blocks floats.
Behold a gloom perches beneath the heavens.
We watched the melting ice caps, our minds
stretched tightly like a high-speed train racing
through a tunnel, capturing her morning
commuters. I wanted to shout at the
television screen, fully aware that it couldn't
hear me, yet I yelled nonetheless. My girlfriend
remarked that I was too loud, and I promptly
apologized. I urged her to take a closer look
at the solitary fragments of broken ice;
she reminded me that I was the one
wearing lenses, and she was right.
The bear clung to the ice, with its young
cub trailing behind, immobilized, their furs
dampened by the chill of the weather.
While the evening approaches between
the crowns of the clouds and as cold sun
burns, we stood dumbfounded, burdened
with remorse, either we act now or soon
we might slip into oblivion, its happening;
the storms and rising sea levels are reminders
we are sitting on a ticking time bomb
Copyright ©
Cherbo Geeplay
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