Relics of the Past

By: Michelle Chan

The peace the nations had promised

Some days that were gold

Now all fade into stardust

Disappearing with the old

Yet the Earth shock beneath them

Then the final warning rung

They whom nature condemned

Lost their wings because of the sun

Taken to a nuclear reactor

Where the heavens are above

Power that seeked recapture

Among the forgotten ones they loved

Who could tame the hearth?

No one can, that’s what,

as the ocean water rises

The heat rising on surfaces of Earth

Just like sky-rocketing gas prices

The victims such disaster

Swallow smoke in the air they breath

What to do hereafter?

The generation doesn’t know and grieves.

An ocean of debris

Surround the Nations of war

As far as the eye can see

The never-ending things they fight for

As you stand in the quiet

In the Catastrophe stricken nation

And in the cities collapsing under riot

They are beaten by their devastation

Should they look to peaceful cranes?

To embrace hope in the heart?

Or suffer in the pattern of war chains?

Where love never starts?

Love that is raw and pure

For the humans, Who are one and the same

The answer to the pain; the final cure.

If it cannot be found; then who else is to

blame?