The opportunity to gaze at the clear blue sky
The memories of those shooting stars
The exuberant twinkling of bright and dim stars
The view of our own star that sustains life — The Sun
The alternating styles of our charming moon
All these will be distant dreams when dystopia arrives.
Some of us who are now obsessed with dark
will long to see some streams of photons.
The darkness that engulfs will be darker than the night.
Gloomier than the blackest wells
Darker than the evil in some human hearts
The tall buildings touching the dark clouds.
choking the little strands of yellow-orange shades
Our sun desperately trying to cast in,
its adamant effort to nourish life on earth
There will be a thunderous roar from the sky.
Like the last scream from a dying person
And the rain will come charging at us.
polluted with our sins and crimes.
