Cast away living in a bubble,
Ir orbit around an endangered earth.
Lost among the skyhawks of futuristic power..
I’m sworn to take an oath.
To move unseen through portholes in chase.
Where eyes of an eagle sore deep dark space.
I live my life far away from home.
Protected, without fear, in a bubble I roam.
Man crushed the evergreens of earth.
Water contamination, no more rebirth.
I, with a chosen few,
see the earth from a different view.
you paint yet another grim picture of our 'bubbleistic future'... its indeed very thought-provoking... i like the poem's title too... Asma...
Melvina, not a pretty picture that you paint here. The erosion of our green planet is not a pretty one. We can only hope that the powers to be wake up and see what's being done before its too late. They make so many false promises with blinkers on. One day they will wake up and see what they have done, hopefully it will be soon. Top Marks my friend. Thanks for sharing it. David
A bleak outlook Melvina.. But i think we can turn it around and save our beautiful home, lets face it its the only one we have...10
now this one I don't want to go too.......It's a sad commentary on the world and were it is heading...but well penned
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Melvina where yah goin friend...don't leave yet don't give up darling..nice write waker-upper..so how big is this Bubble and is the a safty factor? hahaha nice one Dave xxx