Polar Bear's Snowball In Hell
Polar Bear's Snowball in Hell
there's ten polar bears sitting on an iceberg
a few hundred years from now
their big brave eyes scared, resigned
conspicuously looking out at the horizon
proud once, now sad
the setting sun quickly vanishing, ominous
their lasting sun shine, darkening
their days numbered
with condemned walls closing in
the writing sad
coming to fruition
ice rotten
life is in the balance
teetering, hopelessly
the ten polar bear's noses sniff the air
like the once proud captain of the titanic
the dots connected
doom
reality sinking in, we're sinking
the iceberg keeps floating
ten hearts beating out of control
like the wayward passengers of the titanic
all around the rising sea
the iceberg, like a tomb, like the titanic
species of fish, seals, walruses, penguins
belly up on the surface
eyes looking straight up to the skies, dead
lips miming as if to ask why
the ten polar's bears heart pound harder
tears welling in their eyes
the iceberg quickly melting
the last clutches of their indigenous lands
now a snowball in hell
their kingdom gone
the gates to the other side creaking in
two million years or so of polar bear's evolution
wiped out, soon
giving way to man's ignorance
the effects of global warming
the Antarctica a once vast wonderland
for not
for the impending death of the ten polar bears
and a species
... die in vain
11/20/17
POLAR BEARS - Poetry Contest
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