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WE HAVE EXHAUSTED OUR RESOURCES
“In our race for more, we forget the balance that sustains us. This poem is a reflection on the paradox of our existence – a cycle of creation and destruction, of hope and despair.”
We have plundered the earth,
Chasing shadows across the sands.
With empty hands, we climb the peaks,
Dreaming of summits we do not understand.
In temples, we bow to gods unseen,
Yet honour idols wrought by man.
Our prayers are whispered into the void,
While greed and fear shape our plans.
We slow the moon’s silent march,
At the brink of the abyss, we pause.
But only to grasp at fleeting treasures,
Never to question their cause.
Armoured by fear, we march through storms,
Seeking solace in a fleeting sun.
Our hearts, volcanoes of rebellion and sorrow,
Erupt with dreams that ca
The rain falls, but does not cleanse,
The rivers flow, but do not heal.
We are both creators and destroyers,
Bound by a wheel we ca
O humanity, what will remain?
When the forests wither and the oceans drain?
When the earth, exhausted, falls silent at last,
And our dreams are relics of a forgotten past?