It was the day we woke up to a bloodbath

The sky draped in hues of wrath

Infernos burning in hitherto unseen scath

Even the sun seemed to have forgotten it’s daily path

From cities bathed in vermillion

To empty streets frozen in muted sepia

Our windows as if framing old pictures

We were both- subjects and viewers

The red of fury has since given way

To a tired and pallid grey

The fires continue their ravenous plunder

Leaving people and towns asunder

As we wipe away the ash and soot

And pick our way out of the ruins

It’s here, the changing climate and it’s impending terror

It’s a wake-up call, it’s now or never.