The Clock is Ticking (A Poem)
The clock is ticking.
Only 100 minutes left.
We are running out of time
To pull ourselves out of this mess.
We should have known this was coming.
It's not as though we weren't warned.
Yet, here we are, counting down
To a point where nobody will be left behind to mourn.
Maybe we should be rejoicing.
After all, we act like this is what we wanted all along.
The only thing we can't decide is whether to do it slowly
Or end it quick with a nuclear bomb.
I think the thing that saddens me most
Isn't that we are ticking down to what we deserve.
It's that we're too arrogant to go quietly
And won't be satisfied until we also destroy all the other species on this Earth.
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