The physicists tell me
The world is coming to an end.
In ten billion years.
Our sun burns out then.
Nature can still ravish the planet.
Make life here pretty tough.
We can get wacked by an asteroid.
A super volcano can also be rough.
I think man is also a problem
Too smart for our own good.
Blow ourselves up with a bomb.
Or release a plague ending manhood.
I suppose we should mention
When God will come again.
Take his flock home.
The remaining will pay for their sin.
There is also a case to be made
That we'll be attacked
By little green alien men.
Our world hopelessly sacked.
Maybe like the Neanderthal
We'll be out competed
By a new species
And be totally defeated.
Most likely, because we are wasteful,
We'll deplete the earth's resources.
Destroy our planet's habitats.
No food or viable energy sources.
Who really knows the future
Or when it will all end?
But I think it is wise,
This I would recommend.
Try and be our
Planet's best friend.
It won't matter to us.
But it may postpone our eventual end.
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A Collection of Some of My Favorite Poems, Volume 7, Written by Dan Turner
PoetryThe poems in this collection were written in the winter of 2021-2022. They span a number of topics from Christmas and politics, to just things I thought about on the long cold winter nights in northeastern Nevada. The first poem in this series iro...
