I hear the echo
of the universe grow.
It bounds around,
i hear the rumble of tanks
over harsh ground,
and in those
distorted sounds
all I can hear is you.
your beckoning words
luring me to follow
But a reckoning
is coming,
watch the
migrating birds,
leaving us alone.
See the bees?
No, they've gone
the way of the dodo
and it won't be long
before we follow them,
lost at sea.
I hear your words
in echoes set free.
Nature of the breeze,
your words warning me.
Listen out for
the catastrophes,
they are piling up,
listen to calamity,
It's limbering up.
Listen to the powder keg.
Hear the crackle of the dust
as it ignites
and our whole world combusts.
A reckoning is coming.
Watch as the tides subside,
the clouds start looming,
thunder cracks, the air slowly fried,
listen to the booming
When it all comes back
with a landslide.
This world is a wreck,
slowly being burned
and my warning pages
are going unturned.
Watch the news,
happiness left us so long ago.
Watch social views soar
when people talk of war.
See the hatred bleed,
when anyone talks
about race, religion or creed,
when anyone speaks,
it feeds the hate machine.
Our differences used to divide.
Our similarities hidden aside.
Thanks for reading
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