5/29/2016
Victim to greed and war and hate,
The earth succumbs to a darkened fate,
And the humans retreat to a land far below,
Where you aren't meant to breathe and you aren't meant to grow.
A city of stone and glass and steel,
With no sun to warm you or soft grass to feel.
The lights far above you flicker like fire,
But you know it's not real and you sigh and you tire
Of lies and excuses, of greed war and hate,
That have forced you to live with your now-darkened fate.
The city looks real, but you know that it's wrong,
That you'll never again hear a sweet bluebird's song.
A town held together by sadness and tears,
Trying to hide from their past and their fears.
They swear you'll return, fingers crossed 'hind their backs,
And you yearn to return to your sweet little shack,
Where flowers would bloom and streams would trickle,
And even yet feel a rose bush's prickles.
In love with the surface, you miss it a lot,
Desperately trying hoping the memories don't rot.
But alas on one day it was taken away,
You were dragged to these caves of darkness and clay.
You cry on the inside, you know it's not right,
To live in the shadows of unnatural light.
Your heart reaches out to a simpler time,
Free from oppression and coldness and grime.
But shadows approach and the blackness takes back,
Destruction and damage being its only knack.
Hiding and seeking in this labyrinth of holes,
You were all born as people, not meant to be moles!
You feel a vast emptiness well up inside you,
Knowing that sunlight no longer can find you.
Greed lust and jealousy, anger and pride,
Forcing the people in the caverns to hide,
From all the mistakes that us humans have made,
Sleeping in prisons, dug by the spade.
The graves lie below you, the magma below,
Leaving the people with nowhere to go.
Nowhere to hide, nowhere left you can run,
And no lazy weekends, or family, or fun.
They somehow destroyed it and lost their last chance,
Isolating themselves from the creatures and plants.
'Is this really living?' You're asking inside,
'Or is it not simply about being alive?
What about freedom and leisure and grace?
Has it been forsaken by our human race?'
You and countless victims are now trapped down below,
And never again shall such happiness know.
Walking along on the cold dead streets,
Writhing at home under burlap-sack sheets.
All you can do is hope someday soon,
God will choose to grant you a miraculous boon.
Return to your home and the trees that you planted,
Never again to be taken for granted.
Start a new life without violence or fear,
Standing in warmth while loved ones are near.
No more fleeing from decisions to face,
Just protecting the Earth, a beautiful place.
No conflict or worry? Too good to be true.
Simply looking at the sky and its bright shades of blue,
Or standing in the open with rain on your face,
Fully appreciating nature's beauty and grace.
Hope you liked it!