A Life Cut Short

I woke up in alarm at the sight of my window,
Instead of morning light, an ominous orange glow

Yet we go on working, pretending all is well,
Doing our best to ignore the warning bell

Falling ash that looks like snow,
Fire and ice together, it’s one hell of a show

In a single spec of dust there is so much to see,
A history of a million lives, a rich tapestry

The past is past, but the future now burns,
With every day we don’t act, another life churns

Everywhere we look, the horizons glisten
What will it take for us to finally listen?

The world sits idle in a seat of fantasy,
Another story cut short, never to b—

 

 

A Life Cut Short — a poem by Salman Ansari