When the skies are gray is a winner of the tournament of showing doom.
Land arid and dry to the point that the once fertile land has no life to support.
Oceans polluted and so massive that all life that used to live there has met its doom.
The houses that are left are now where roaches hold court.
For we heard the cries to help many denied it as they couldn’t face the truth and then there were those who didn’t want the world to know the dire situation the planet was in.
The old grand skyscrapers that were the epitome of human ingenuity now lay on their sides like shed skins of grand serpents long gone.
Words cannot describe the terrible inhabitants we have been.
The old world of vibrant greens and deep blues that is no longer is what we long for.
Now it is in a state most people won’t recognize the large green forests and sparkling lakes and oceans now the water is murky brown like mud and the land is a wasteland where nothing grows.
The time to prevent it was long gone yet we still could have slowed it down dramatically until we found a permanent solution.
The earth now is at the gates of death late it is too late to save in the final throes.
The sign were obvious and while most of the scientific minds agreed it was happening we spent too much time debating too much time in an illusion.
We had great power we could have stopped or even slowed it down to the point where we can find a solution alas we did not.
Now all the work we put in to make the human race has been for naught.