Instructions: Meg Cranston
Disclaimer: some liberty has been taken for this due to the required timeframe to properly do it. Also this is a poem based on the recent coronavirus outbreaks
The earth itself screams
It hollers in a cry of fear
Fear as red as the fall
It yells in a voice of hate
Hate as bleak and wide
As the old fields of salt
In her reply; a voice so silent
Like the subtle gusts of wind through her caves
But also booming and loud
Like the crashing of her plates and crust.
She states in the language of nature
The text of trees and
I give onto you great pestilence!
A perfect replicant of your very worst!
It will strike you in the back;
Like Brutus to Caesar!
It will infect and spread
Like your very desire to conquer
It will leave you in your worst
Exactly how you leave your own
I will thrown you aside
Like a child with their toys
This very pestilence is the incarnation of you
Your very nature contained for one purpose
Destruction…
And in your place I leave your successor
I do not care who, or what they are
For I seek your utmost destruction
And absolute damnation of your kind.
.
No comments:
Post a Comment