How the World Should Work

I sent a scout, to look about

Two thousand fifty-three

It was so grim, the look on him

As he gave his report to me

“I fear, nay, dread, what lies ahead”

“Awaiting, in our path”

“That crackling sound, as I looked down”

“At smoldered, cindered aftermath”

He held his breath, as if from death

Such somber gripped his words

Then whispered low, “No winds there, blow”

“Our cries, they went unheard”

“The sky burned red, the oceans bled”

“The sun was cracked, and pale”

“Shadows crept where children slept”

“Reduced into a faded tale”

“I saw machines with vacant screens”

“Still humming in the dust”

“Wonders made; gone, decayed”

“Rendered into naught but rust”

As this was said, I bowed my head

Is it possibility?

If warnings fall unheard by all

Will this report reality?

I feared the thought, almost forgot

Often, embers spark a light

His account proves paramount 

When cause is just, our minds burn bright

Avert this path of war and wrath

No more, are idle hands

With focus, clear; our will, sincere

As one, we’ll save these lands

Rewrite the rhyme, transcend our time

The stars will speak our name

And tell the tale, we did not fail

Through heeded hope, aflame

Reports might warn, but hearts, when torn

They never cease to dream

Their darkest fate, when faced, create

New futures, yet unseen

I sent a scout once more, devout

To chart what world will be

I know he’ll find in humankind

A light, called Unity