We are beautifully human,
Filled with soul and fervent glee,
Desperate for fulfillment,
Longing to break free,
To explore the world with reckless abandon,
We tread a looming precipice,
We’ll never know the destination,
Our journeys boast infinite paths,
Our spirits ablaze with determination,
Our hearts picturesque of hills and valleys vast,
Ever stretching,
Ever reaching,
Never ending,
Eternal seeking,
We are beautifully human,
And we’ll never say enough.
These are apocalyptic poems about possible dark futures for mankind and the planet he depends on for life and sustenance. Are we condemning our children and grandchildren to live underground, like moles, if they live at all?
Is there any Light left?
by Michael R. Burch
Is there any light left?
Must we die bereft
of love and a reason for being?
Blind and unseeing,
rejecting and fleeing
our humanity, goat-hooved and cleft?
The sky’s a laughing stock
For the birds who scream and mock,
At their home now nothing more than a shadow.
In apathetic flash
Mother Nature turns to ash,
The worlds a sanctuary for the shallow
No evil angels fell
At the resting threat of hell,
The fires flourished in the eyes of the kind.
A promise unfulfilled
The foundation which they built,
An unbreakable oath rectified in lies.
