Children.

[darkness0within]

Children.

So futile it seems the outward goals of man,
Resplendent in their foolish garb of knowledge,
To tell the world how beautiful it is to rule,
As kings and Queens they lord above their stature,

Never thinking of the consequences of their actions,

Too late the price we have to pay will dawn,

Once fertile lands made increasingly more barren,

In selfish pursuits that mean nothing to the future,

But a slow and painful death to all that we hold dear,

The world we know will fade into obscurity,

Democracy and freedom. These words become a hollow shell,

Just words that once we knew, now all but forgotten,

We are but spoilt children lost in time.

Darkness.

[anirbas]

I would love to describe this well written poem as prescient, Darkness. But, I fear, we the people of the world are already there...

[darkness0within]

Alas we've only just started down the road... But there is still time.

It's now down to us to use this time wisely. We live in a sealed environment like a fish tank.

Leaders should think about this soon.