A Future Dream Poem by Christopher Cariad

What did you see poor child?
What did you see?

I saw planes falling out of the skies,
and crashing into homes,
while families where praying down bellow.
I saw human flesh falling off the faces of men,
as they wander the hallways of hospitals,
their lives all but hopeless.
I saw water consuming the coasts,
the warm lands under ice.
I saw the fall of great monuments,
and continents divide.
There was such great terror when food was sparse,
and water was poisoned.

I saw a world dying,
a world lost.

A future that was not so promising.