This Confusing World Poem by Gregory Huyette

Oceans are almost empty, mountains flat and the sun has lost its sheen.
Summers swelter and winters freeze as peoples seeking shelter are brought to their knees.
Glaciers disappear like paper thin lace leaving bone dead rock in their head stone space.

Hoards of species disappear leaving portents of the future so remorsefully clear.
Yet the specie that holds hopes of solutions is busy destroying itself in a spate of revolutions. In this confusing world it now seems that the skies are green.

While the earth around it continues to collapse, it expedites the fall with unending mishaps.

Tomorrow is gone; it’s already spent on superfluous intercourse,
The damage of which will only be understood too late with the greatest remorse.
By then the skies will have turned ashen black, with oceans sucked dry.
As the pale sun and its moon are hijacked by a much wiser sky.
Hopefully, there’s a borrow from the day after tomorrow
To overcome this trauma, tragedy and so unnecessary sorrow.