Dead world

• Sancia Renwick, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2006

When I look down upon the world,
I see a layer of smoke.
I see it choking, see it sofocating, see it dense, see it deadly .
When I look down upon the world,
I see the water brown.
I see it murky, see it dirty, see it thick, see it still.
When I look down upon the world,
I see the bare ground.
I see it dry, see it cracked, see it crumbling, see it black.
When I look down upon the world,
I see it ugly, see it dead , see it lifeless , see it longing.