Year 2332
By Sharon Collins
08/11/1985
The land has changed,
The air estranged.
Measured daily,
The count is colored,
The year 2332 may be the last for this planet,
We can hope that this will not be.
Damage caused through transportation,
Fast paced cars, planes, and transformation.
Deepened by dust that covers heavy.
Will this world stand still no more?
As it slowly fizzles out,
And chokes itself with human doubt,
They think a miracle will come about,
To fix the damage technology has stricken upon it.
But there is no time for it has evolved,
Since what has been done has yet to be resolved.
You’d think that man could see this coming,
With all their knowledge and their gain,
They shake their heads with ignorance rising,
We are mesmerized by the blinding dupe of faulted skies,
For no one wants to take the blame,
We all are guilty of this shame.
The day will come in this year,
That brings mankind a fiery blow.
Most think it is beyond control,
And wish, and hope, that we do not have to be alive to see it,
Doesn’t matter who we’re leaving this mess to,
We make it look as if we had no clue,
Yet aspects are theorized; scientifically changed?
And capable of being measured, and weighed, to precise momentum,
Through the technology we have created for dissecting our errors,
Out of control;
No planet deserves to be unheard,
And taken further advantage,
No preservation,
For this nation,
Our existence now becomes our own destruction.
Oh year of 2332, I hope this is not the death of you.
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