{"id":698,"date":"2017-10-21T08:02:11","date_gmt":"2017-10-21T08:02:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.myrealmind.com\/blog\/?p=698"},"modified":"2017-10-21T08:02:11","modified_gmt":"2017-10-21T08:02:11","slug":"the-world-without-us","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.myrealmind.com\/blog\/2017\/10\/21\/the-world-without-us\/","title":{"rendered":"The world without us"},"content":{"rendered":"

I am reading this book right now called The world without us<\/strong><\/a> by Alan Weisman<\/strong>. It talks about the world that will be if humans were to somehow miraculously be removed from Earth. And it got me thinking of a poem I wrote about 8-9 years ago that I had titled It will too turn to dust<\/a>. Sitting here looking at rain and the water around me, I can’t help but think about the world we are making for ourselves.<\/p>\n

And one day this too shall turn to dust<\/em>
\n Weather down and slowly mix with earth<\/em>
\n But long before that day comes<\/em>
\n This world will shake and crumble<\/em>
\n By our own bombs.<\/em><\/p>\n

We talk of nothing but war<\/em>
\n We crave nothing but fight<\/em>
\n We see nothing but me<\/em>
\n And we following nothing but rage<\/em><\/p>\n

We have so much rage<\/em>
\n For words, we will wipe entire cities<\/em>
\n Long before nature beats down upon us<\/em>
\n The us will no longer survive<\/em><\/p>\n

Long before nature has a chance<\/em>
\n To take revenge for the crimes we commit<\/em>
\n Humanity will have been served justice<\/em>
\n By hands of self<\/em><\/p>\n

Before nature beats down upon us<\/em>
\n Before the earthquakes level our cities<\/em>
\n Before the volcanoes hiss angrily<\/em>
\n We would have sealed our own fate<\/em><\/p>\n

The planes that drop the bombs<\/em>
\n The drones that shoot on sight<\/em>
\n The humans without humanity<\/em>
\n And guns, with their human slaves<\/em>
\n Leading us into the fight<\/em><\/p>\n

What do we fight for?<\/em>
\n Why would we decimate millions?<\/em>
\n For which god is right?<\/em>
\n For which country has the most military might?<\/em><\/p>\n

This one little rock we have<\/em>
\n That we will turn red with blood<\/em>
\n Until there is none<\/em>
\n And then comes nature’s chance<\/em>
\n To heal the rifts we have created<\/em>
\n And turn every bit of human sign<\/em>
\n Into dust<\/em><\/p>\n

When there is none left to interfere<\/em>
\n In time, nature will find the means<\/em>
\n With earthquakes and volcanoes<\/em>
\n With rain, ice and storm<\/em>
\n With help of sun and moon<\/em>
\n To turn the remaining bits of us<\/em>
\n Into dust.<\/em><\/p>\n

And then will we have a chance to redeem<\/em>
\n The monstrosities we did<\/em>
\n For it is from us, will a new world rise<\/em>
\n From our ashes and bodies will life emerge<\/em>
\n And maybe then we will be forgotten<\/em>
\n But never forgiven for what we have done<\/em><\/p>\n

For the plastics that will remain<\/em>
\n For the species that will not be<\/em>
\n For the lands that we made sterile<\/em>
\n We will have left a mark<\/em>
\n We will not be forgiven<\/em>
\n Even when it’s all turned to dust.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I am reading this book right now called The world without us by Alan Weisman. It talks about the world that will be if humans were to somehow miraculously be removed from Earth. And it got me thinking of a poem I wrote about 8-9 years ago that I had titled It will too turn…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_active":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_note":"","_exactmetrics_sitenote_category":0,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[6],"tags":[95,2245,194,2748,2940,209,262,308,2413,421,429,2941,457,2942,2943,547,2944,558,2772,606,696,741,2945,814,854,2277,2946,894,2947,936,937,2369,1083,2808,1101,1111,1116,1129,1144,1232,2948,2949,2950,1307,2910,1331,2951,2952,1452,1536,1552,1572,2953,2954,1607,2955,1616,2956,2456,1698,2957,2958,2959,1762,2929,2960,1872,1896,1939,1950,2961,2003,2005,2030,2398,2962,2564,2120,2130,2133,2141,2144],"class_list":["post-698","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems","tag-ashes","tag-beats","tag-bit","tag-bodies","tag-bombs","tag-book","tag-called","tag-chance","tag-comes","tag-country","tag-crave","tag-crimes","tag-day","tag-decimate","tag-drones","tag-drop","tag-dust","tag-earth","tag-earthquakes","tag-entire","tag-fight","tag-following","tag-forgiven","tag-god","tag-guns","tag-hands","tag-heal","tag-help","tag-hiss","tag-human","tag-humanity","tag-ice","tag-lands","tag-leading","tag-left","tag-level","tag-life","tag-little","tag-longer","tag-military","tag-miraculously","tag-mix","tag-monstrosities","tag-nature","tag-none","tag-nothing","tag-planes","tag-plastics","tag-poem","tag-rain","tag-reading","tag-red","tag-remaining","tag-removed","tag-revenge","tag-rifts","tag-right","tag-rock","tag-sealed","tag-served","tag-shake","tag-shall","tag-shoot","tag-slowly","tag-somehow","tag-species","tag-sun","tag-talk","tag-thinking","tag-time","tag-titled","tag-turn","tag-turned","tag-until","tag-upon","tag-volcanoes","tag-weather","tag-wipe","tag-words","tag-world","tag-wrote","tag-years"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/pwbDR-bg","jetpack-related-posts":[],"post_mailing_queue_ids":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.myrealmind.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/698","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.myrealmind.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.myrealmind.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.myrealmind.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.myrealmind.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=698"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/www.myrealmind.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/698\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":700,"href":"http:\/\/www.myrealmind.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/698\/revisions\/700"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.myrealmind.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=698"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.myrealmind.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=698"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.myrealmind.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=698"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}