Short Depopulation Poems

Towards The Sky

Trophy hunt has no murder degree
Established by international law
What’s the point, if there’s one, tell me
Why a beast must be killed, what for?
I'm afraid there is no such law 
For there are no united nations
They all died in the recent war  
For the human depopulation 
Now the nature is resting, at last
The grey and white grasses stand high
The cement trees spreading fast
Their branches towards the beige sky.