Dance The Merry-Go-Round Poem by Warren Atherton

A rotating planet of life
Unsteadily turns on its core.
Five levels of gas
Above scattered land-mass
Blue oceans all lapping a shore.
A celestial globe full of strife
With teeming life forms at the helm,
An energized ball, resisting its fall
To a state of near overwhelm.
Our passively smoked-ridden home
Industrial spew eats the air
Atmospheric collapse
Heat-exchange in relapse
A Costa-Del-Sol everywhere!
Extinction, succumbing to dust
Our 'DNA' stains on the ground
A curse to all dead
A void coloured red
Will dance the Merry-Go-Round!