It was a sweet walk where we once held hands
a waltz around the wilting wheatfields
imagining that we still had a chance:
Slow sleepwalk into Armageddon
like dying flames of a once-wild romance.
Slow sleepwalk into Armageddon like
a fevered dream
delirious and staggering
and tossed like whirling twigs within a stream
unconscious of the brink to which we’d come
till we went over. Down and down we fell!
Some had the nerve to cry ‘What have we done
to deserve this?’
While others knew the answer all too well:
Slowly, we sleepwalked into Armageddon,
transforming all the bounty of the Earth
into a living Hell.
Posted for Earthweal’s Open Link Weekend #38. In keeping with this week’s de-facto theme of ‘Armageddon,’ I am posting another apocalyptic poem. These seem to be coming to me naturally at the moment. I hope there is still time to wake up from our sleepwalk, and save as much of our environment, and as many of the creatures who inhabit it, as possible. If we continue to stick our heads in the sand, I fear we won’t wake up until we step over the precipice.
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