'' This Nightmare Is Real '' Poem by Bri Mar

The human population,
Increases each day,
Just like rising inflation,
It causes dismay.

As water and food,
Become ever rarer,
We can but conclude,
This will be our new terror.

Millions dying of thirst,
Nothing to drink,
Some will come first,
Though it will cause a stink.

While we starve,
It's us they'll fleece,
As their meat they carve,
We won't get a piece.

The chain of life,
Means the rich will thrive,
While we suffer strife,
They will survive.

Already it's started,
Our water's being stored,
Into territory uncharted,
They'll build up their hoard.

As food disappears,
For the poorest of us,
They won't shed tears,
They'll ask what's the fuss.

Under armed guard,
Their reserves they'll protect,
From them we'll be barred,
Our lives will be wrecked.

This will be normality,
Us dying for a meal,
Face up to reality,

‘' This Nightmare Is Real ‘'