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Global Warming 2100
The mountains wept.
The skies moaned.
The soil trembled.
The trees whispered their last green prayers—
"Man has destroyed us... alone."
He who adds no value
takes all,
then leaves nothing—
just wastelands where rivers once sang.
The year was 2100.
Half of Britain—gone beneath the Atlantic.
Japan—smaller than a dot on a map.
American states—flooded into memory.
Europe—erased.
Russia’s frost—melted into pestilence.
Africa— Famine became the air.
Children born on rafts,
fields drowned or cracked open in grief.
China— Cities sleep beneath the sea,
towers weep salt into silence.
We were warned.
But greed was louder than science,
stronger than truth,
crueler than time.
Now the Earth writes back
in flood, famine, fire—
her final signature: sorrow.
Let this not be prophecy.
Let this be the scream
that wakes the world.
Copyright ©
Chanda Katonga
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