Perched upon a rooftop, the safety of land
A xylophone ribcage, with skeleton hands
The water gnaws at the base of his home
No way no escape, yet alone roam
The temperature rises, but he wears a coat
Slowly wasting away with no promise of boats
Plumes of smoke and pollution engulf the fresh air
Shrouding the waving white flag, and the bright burning flare
The levels are rising, and the walls crumble down
Setting future in stone, to starve or to drown
The building gives way, the killers feign surprise
Just in time to hear the poor polar bear's cries
YOU ARE READING
Tales of Injustice- a poetry anthology
PoetryA collection of poems, written by Seb Jenkins, all based on stories and thoughts of injustice within our society. Whether it's racism, sexism, homelessness, or war, these poems collect broad, and widely shared feelings towards issues in modern life...
