Sonnet 20 The Black Fogs Poem by Francisco Luis Arroyave Tabares

With those altars of destruction rising
I see shadows of civilization
While citied ways ask for consummation
Forgetting black fogs they are inviting.

To our pride this does not seem surprising
They grow deadlier without description
Aggravating for life the condition
As evil powers keep their devising.

Their climax is a phantom mushroom cloud
Constantly building in its depths a war
Without a significant obstacle.
No merciful pleas have been cried aloud
The struggle for control is just a door
While Gaia is led toward debacle.
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1-. Gaia= earth personified.