No Tomorrow

“These violent delights have violent ends And in their triump die, like fire and powder Which, as they kiss, consume” ― William Shakespeare,Romeo and Juliet

Living as if there were no tomorrow 
Feasting on the fatted lamb 
Supping wine from a crystal cup, 
Selling our souls like Judas
For thirty pieces of silver
What fate have we brought to man
As we raped the earth of its riches
Did we not see the consequences
For we created a potent elixir
With every ancient tree felled
Every magnificent ocean tainted
Every creature that has perished forever
Until Mother Earth said, ENOUGH.

©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg

Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: April 2020- Days 21-25 The Bard

Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 24 years, and her dog, Ricky Bobby. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com
and purchase anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page

15 Comments on “No Tomorrow

  1. The truth is somewhat like an elixir I guess, which proves to be an eyeopener for men who have sold their souls like Judas .. sigh .. this is an incredibly deep and potent write, Linda! 💝💝

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  2. You’ve summed up the human condition and Earth’s situation in this poem, Linda, with powerful words, such as ‘raped the earth of its riches’. No wonder ‘Mother Earth said, ENOUGH.’

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