I.
There are flames in the dark sky,
Night no longer turns to day.
A panoramic glaze hangs low,
Even the colors decay.
Trapped in a world of our own unmaking,
We are living it, dying slowly.
Everything we once took for granted,
Shrinking!
Listen as our planet bakes
Hot! Has a sound of its own,
A searing sound that hunts you down,
And mind and body slowly drown.
II.
Oh, for a crystal clear pool of cool
Water to wet my lying lips.
A cool breeze upon my cheek
Is all I seek for another day;
A day without rough shadows,
A day without dark sorrows.
III.
Are you listening?
Is anyone listening?
We know what is coming!
Coming?
It’s already here;
Like hot coals on a fire burning
Slowly,
A pall of smoky fear
Hangs hard on all we hold dear.