When the signs warn

 

Sublime was the desire
a peace that saves us
from the horrible death that devours us
and we here trapped
in the mousetrap that prevents us
from leaving with the meteors
towards distant space.
When the signs warn
We destroyed the world and the dreams
storms come and scream
humanity smiles indifferent to the signs
water is scarce, only rivers of stones
dry lands of soaked disdain and
seas of discoveries trapped in pollution
and We, the heirs, the children of the Earth
squint our eyes so as not to see
we walk in wars happy, eager
eager for a mirage that one day there is hope.
We spin the orbits that take us by car
towards the abyss because we are blinded
we didn't want to see the danger lurking
because of the greed of falling, bubbling dollars
like leaves in winter accumulating
mountains of garbage that don't satisfy our hunger
fields and fields without seeds or insects
man goes there in the fields full of crosses
diseases are as many as buzzing flies.
Perhaps one day someone will think and humanity will advance
and the path to space will be our home.
Jorge d'Alte