Hot sun glaring down,
sand sizzles under hand
as on the grain-coated ground
Death does stand.
"Ahh the sea breeze,
the smell of rotting dead fish,
a cocktail with an umbrella.
Bliss"
He eyes the waves,
hears the echoing roar
as they rock back and forth.
Overhead, vultures soar.
"The great barrier reef,
decaying beneath the waves,
The dolphins, floating in their
Eternal graves.
This is the life/death"
On another continent
War is doing what War does,
kicking up a fuss.
"I asked for a daiquiri.
Does this look
like a drink befitting of me?"
Before long the guns are drawn.
There will be blood at dawn.
Famine looks over at the dead wheat fields,
dancing through the decaying grass,
drought was such a great idea she feels.
"This break is doing wonders,
I feel a thousand years younger,
I'm getting stronger
however, I really do hunger."
"Ahh look at those ickle bacteria
and viruses at play,
You will inherit the earth
my beauties.
This will all be yours someday"
Pestilence proudly proclaimed.
"Meow"
Said Daisy.
Which Google translate kindly states
As meaning...
"Those bastards forgot about me.
They all get to enjoy the world
and I'm sat here
getting rescued from a tree
by some hulking fireman.
Don't they know that time is almost up?
Armageddon must come."
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