Decadence
Can you see the sadness in her eyes?
Can you see the
rivers of her tears?
The green is getting pale
The trunks are disappearing
The blue is getting
turbid
The
stars are falling out
The brown is changing color
It’s turning black with putrid odor
The waters are
resentful
Their rage has been awakened
Behold for what’s to come
Be sorry for what
you have done
Our home will burn vividly
Our skin will feel it deeply
The winds will
blow you away
The sky will be shade of gray.
© 2006 Lourdes I. Cancel
