THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW
The cries of the future can’t be heard yet.
They resonate under a sea of sadness
as life on this planet turns upside down.
There’s no place to hide—survival
Is the only key to a bit of happiness.
Marasmus is epidemic— the many infants
who never wake up lined up on an orphanage ward
to waste away with only one nurse to feed them.
If you are nimble and swift—climb the tallest tree
and search for the eye of God which is bloodshot
beyond belief. God scratches his head and wonders
how all of you could have made such an awful mess
since he once gave you “The Garden of Eden?”