There's no longer place for mirth
Molten lava bursts from Earth
All submerges in its wave
Former subject now enslaves

Ground starts bursting into flames
No one wills to take the blame
Naught but fire comes into view
Chance for life to start anew

Nature plays its holy lyre;
Everything the world sees fit
Vanishes into a gyre;
Waters drown your house, your street

Ocean unfurls its might rage
Birds fly out of gilded cage
Not even the wisest sage
Can prevent the pensieve age

A new era now begins
Games you lost you cannot win
You forget the die is cast
The day you lost will be your last

(18.04.2020)

//ciekawostka: pierwszy wiersz po angielsku jaki kiedykolwiek napisałam//