Future
where are you
Our minds are wounded
Seeding us fragile- one slip, one
awkward fall, we're splintered sea-glass, Hey
Humpy Dumpy, how do we get back together again?
Future, we're at war (again) - Over race & religion & oil
Our hearts are rust, paper mached by too much hate -- herd-
Mentality we are - Staying mute is our game - No questions asked
You see, we're all algorithms, predictable puppets of a few who wield
wealth & power -- Yes sir -- Yes ma'm - Yes sir -- Yes ma'm -- Yes sir!
Future, we warred with our mother earth, her trees & creatures
Hunting for trophy & greed-- Killing species -- Pumping oil &
digging gold while pouring poison in air, land & water
We walked with time bombs. Tick, tick, boom !!!
Future, give us another chance. Another
planet or star. We'll even take Pluto.
Maybe this time, we'll listen
to our neighbors & enemies
& take better care
of our
selves
Picture credit: here
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub- Futurism, hosted by Bjorn Rudberg ~ Offering a concrete poem for this challenge ~
appropriate end to this species -- others will thrive
ReplyDeleteExcellent, Grace. I like "our hearts are rust, papermached" ..and I think Europa is still a viable option to live...what will happen?
ReplyDeleteI love how you played with the mushroom cloud format, Grace - it's really effective and I knew what it was as soon as I saw it, without seeing the image below. I particularly love the lines and phrases:
ReplyDelete'...we're splintered sea-glass, Hey
Humpy Dumpy, how do we get back together again?'
'Our hearts are rust, paper mached by too much hate'
'Future, we warred with our mother earth'
Our hearts are rust, paper mached by too much hate -- herd-
ReplyDeleteSigh.. somehow this line and its poignancy caught up with me. Beautifully penned, Grace 💜
I like the egg-shape and the laughing clown explosion picture. Along w/ the title and the words your poem drags the present into the future for more of the same.
ReplyDeleteThe thing is defeat is yet a .5 degree(c) away and yet there is still reason to believe we can make it better. I never knew science was so hopeful.
ReplyDeleteSomething will always survive, not sure I'd want to go to Pluto though lol
ReplyDeleteLove the shape. Yeah, we've done far too much to destroy this world!
ReplyDeleteThe shape made it all the stronger, but of the poem I like this the best:
ReplyDeleteYou see, we're all algorithms, predictable puppets of a few who wield
wealth & power -- Yes sir -- Yes ma'm - Yes sir -- Yes ma'm -- Yes sir!
That gave it the right intensity,..
here goes frustration...in posting....Loved the grenade shaped poem. It's good, relevant, timely. If this is futurism poetry? I like it.
ReplyDeleteI like your last stanza. It's sad, but a little hopeful too. Hopefully we can keep up with that hope.
ReplyDeleteI love your thought & you are right
ReplyDeletePeople are changing. Will we make it...
so clever Grace - your address to the Future and the concrete cloud
ReplyDeletelove this imagery- "we're splintered sea glass"
but please do not let people populate Pluto - we will only make an underworld of it!
Future, we're at war (again) - Over race & religion & oil
ReplyDeleteOur hearts are rust, paper mached by too much hate -
It is a pity we are still within the times of the 'war' and it is happening at so many fronts
Hank
We're all algorithms... brilliant line in this fantastic poem!
ReplyDeleteLove the structure of this...and I hope, if humanity is given another chance, that we will learn from our past mistakes...
ReplyDeleteA powerful and important piece.
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