The Man Poem by james d nall,jr

The Man appeared in my house, today
Seeming to arrive, in the midst of silver rays
Wearing strange clothes woven of gold
Quite stylish, but, not too bold
Moments passed, then he spoke pretty loud
Obviously thinking, He was addressing a crowd
Imagine His dismay, when looked around to see
The only individual, in the house, was me
'I come from the future, a distant time
To warn you all about the ways of mankind
You cannot allow this course to continue
Mankind now, should change its venue.
The time from whence, I do come
Is not a future, You wish even for some
Pollution, contamination and radiation
Are Gods in my world, born of mans creation
Nothing Green grows upon our soil
Nothing lives in our seas that boil
The future I describe, you now face
The result of stupidity and the arms race
GO GREEN! ! should be mans new motto
Before your bones, rot in the nuclear grotto