A Sorry World
Signs of wear and tear; a hole in the blanket.
A groan of anguish as it hangs on,
To get as much life out of it, as is possable.
Before finally, under protest, calling it quits.
Sounds of anger, signs of fear, of the future unknown.
The wail of people, heard around the World
Awareness of governments, to the problems
More empty promises, to apply the fix.
So much for the last hundred years of progress
No thanks to man's greed and man's endeavors.
Despite progress and new technology,
We plunge forever, in a downward spiral.
This then, is the legacy we leave our children?
But contrary to the appearances on the surface,
It is they, who have the formidable task of renewal
If it is at all possible, or at least they, will try.