Drought

[Tony Grannell]

Dire indeed, Alexandra - all the warning signs in the world, ignored. The complete and utter inanity of it is hard to comprehend.

All the best.
Tony.

[Tony Grannell]

Sadly, too, true - the path to disaster. Thank you ever so much.
Kind regards,
Tony.

[Tony Grannell]

Always great to hear from you, my friend and as always thank you very much.
Kind regards,
Tony.

[Tony Grannell]

Hello Johntee,
GDP per poetry - just excellent.
Kind regards, Tony.

[AlexandratheLate]

Another wonderful poem written of all too real dire situations.

[RhymeLovingWriter]

Fire in the sky...relocated.

We are not there yet...but have been in the past - then reprieve - now heading in that direction again.

[The second]

my friend tony good to see your gilded lines of expression once again

[Johntee]

GDP

No longer tigers
burning bright,
Now all nature's

Being set alight.
It's hell on earth

Still there can be

No end to Growth.
Civilization rests

On Productivity

[Tony Grannell]

Hello Parkinsonspoet,
Great to hear from you again and thank you very much.
Kind regards,
Tony.

[Parkinsonspoet]

As usual Tony a well writen poem that paints a picture. A point well made

[Tony Grannell]

Abandoned hopes to die and rot;
to each their own deserted plot.
Where pastures once to caking mud
and souls who cursed the promised flood.

Of burning huts and blistered skin,
machetes, screams and godless din.
Of men gone mad out of the dust,
out of the cracks in wrinkled crust.

Old vultures squabbling over bones
from charcoaled trees and scorching stones.
Their nights as cold as are the dead,
the light of day hung, dried and bled.

In life as those who in their graves,
like mounds of flesh in hollow caves.
Leave flies to reap the salt from tears
’till brined in grief and hard borne fears.

And all the while the flaming sun;
who’d gasp for death, thy kingdom come.
Who’d pray, who’d beg, who’d hope for rain
and all who would, they would in vain.