Foresight

Tomorrow is not promised…

…In fact, I have not yet survived today…

But before I fold my wings and die…

I promise I will have my say.

Look into the future and you will plainly see….

A time when planet Earth will tend to be so hot

That fire will bloom in every field, and death hangs from a tree,

With stupid people all around soon to feel the knot.

There was a former President with a pumpkin for a head.

He tried to wreck the government for profit and for pride.

And damage done may turn our world to a place where most are dead.

Those who kill our fragile world will take their gold and hide.

Pain and chaos confront us now and badness lies ahead.

And yet we’re standing in the queue not ready to avoid this ride.

Foresight’s the thing most useful to us now to keep ourselves alive

But Nostradamus I am not. I know not how to thrive.

Editor’s Note***

A Sonnet, like those masterfully written by whoever Shakespeare really was, is a fourteen-line poem, each line written in iambic pentameter, with a rhyme scheme often symbolized as ABAB CDCD EFEF GG.  If you look closely at this evil poem, it is clearly not a Sonnet.  At least, not a correctly written one.  And it is more of a gloom and doom poem like the quatrains of Nostradamus rather than a courtly love poem or celebration as written by Shakespeare or Petrarch.  More evidence of evil incompetence, then.

For teenaged girls who probably should not be reading evil poetry, you can look Sonnets up on Google and find out how to write one.  I know that this would be the only reason you are reading here.