The Future Woman

Anahita Azarbod 7H

Once upon a time lived a planet called Earth, A land which had a frozen Arctic And sandy deserts. Opposite to now.

Once upon a time lived a land Where you could enter the outside world And dance among the trees

Without becoming poisoned by intoxicating air.

We live on that same land, Earth. But it is different

The future is different. The bees have died. The trees have fallen. Chaos reigns. We are told to stay indoors. I say, no more.

If the past made the choice, Raised their voice And said, no more, We wouldn’t be in this Mess.

Instead, they didn't care

Said we have acres to spare. They raised their voice and said We don't care.

Grandpa tells me stories of what Earth used to be, Tells me tales of dancing lilies. Clear ponds, Fresh air. He says, “And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.” I beg to differ. The earth delights to be Hydrated, Cleansed of our wretched souls.

Grandpa says, "If you look closely, It is the same world." I beg to differ.