Black Boards Poem by Josh Ras

The dry black boards are cracked and warped
The dead red earth is bare
All life perspires
As it expires
Beneath the dead sun's glare

Things of green?
No longer seen
No new life splits it's cells

The smokestack's fumes
Pervading gloom
That covers landscapes fell

Still money seems the thing that's deemed
More valuable than all
As leaders strive
To preach the lies
Of all mankind's downfall

Saying

'Take the world and rape it for
The glory of the one.
The index
The dollar
The new god of the sun'.