Tuesday 8 May 2018

Dying of thirst


He licked the last of the muddy water
A gritty taste in his still parched mouth
He then sought shade under a rocky crag
To lay him down to rest
Thumping heart in his breast

The grass all gone even the trees had died
Whose roots sought water to the very last
Leaves had fallen and then their limbs did sag
Bleached bones lay around
All quiet not a sound

Streams and rivers no longer flowed to seas
Now just putrid lakes of floating corpses
Along with every man made plastic bag
Millionaires flew to Mars
Left a few rusting cars

The last to die were the forgotten ones
Who had lived their lives in Earth's barren zones
Isolated, dark eyed whose limbs were but scrag
Nature's children for years
They too now shed their tears

They dreamed of Earth in days of glory past
Children playing in the rain, skies overcast
All was green and fruit in trees made them sag
Life filled lakes, rivers, seas
Man, you can never please

He licked the last of the muddy water
A gritty taste in his still parched mouth
He then sought shade under a rocky crag
To lay him down to rest
Last heart beats in his chest

Image found at http://www.kpbs.org/news/2013/sep/23/skeletons-sahara/

18 comments:

  1. Sad poem.
    Hope this never comes true for anyone on earth...
    Neither in this birth or in any birth...

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  2. This future is awaiting us if we are still this careless. I like the details. Very well put.

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  3. Oh, no. This is so sad. :(

    This is my favorite line: "The last to die were the forgotten ones" ... So powerful. And such a good reminder to reach other and provide what others need.

    This is me:

    https://twitter.com/peppermintblood

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  4. powerful message... and I fear it could come to pass

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  5. So sad. And prophetic, though we do cling to hope that humankind will awaken. It seems we only learn lessons the hardest possible way.

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  6. A prediction of the future? I hope not!

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  7. So tragic, Robin. Is this a prediction:
    'Streams and rivers no longer flowed to seas
    Now just putrid lakes of floating corpses
    Along with every man made plastic bag
    Millionaires flew to Mars
    Left a few rusting cars'?
    The imagery here is stark:
    'The last to die were the forgotten ones
    Who had lived their lives in Earth's barren zones
    Isolated, dark eyed whose limbs were but scrag'.

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  8. Such a potent reflection. What would it be like to be the last living soul?

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  9. Sad poem but oh! so true. It speaks to me of the desert walkers. Hopefully, we will not be one of the last to drink that that mud.

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  10. Sad words that reflect my own thoughts of the legacy we might, probably will, leave our children.
    Sad but also so true, this will be our future.
    Anna :o]

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  11. Sadly and hopefully not to happen! Human-kind may progress subjecting itself to its own peril!

    Hank

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  12. "Millionaires flew to Mars
    Left a few rusting cars"

    A sad scenario written beautifully, Robin. The above two lines really had a powerful punch.

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  13. It is said future wars will be fought over natural resources such as water.

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  14. That's a punchy one...prayers that it may never happen....!

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  15. We're well on our way there aren't we! Sad but true.

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  16. How sad! You'd think that even a bit of muddy water would revive the poor soul and allow him to live to see another day.

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  17. Wow! So many layers here, thoughtful, and sad. "Look at what we have done!"

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  18. A precious reminder of how precious water is!

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