A Memory of Green
I still remember a green world,
Upon which the sun did shine upon.
Still remember when innocence ended,
One fateful day in time long gone.
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I remember seeing the news that Heaven,
Had gifted Earth with crystal green.
Remember how world fought for it,
In conflict long and most obscene.
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More fresh in mind is the time after,
For from above, rain ceased to drop.
Tiberium began to spread,
The old world order came to stop.
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Remember lines of refugees,
Looked at the world with desperate eyes.
With collapse came anarchy,
More bloodletting under cloudless skies.
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Land arable began to shrink,
Saw pictures of livestock thin and weak.
From wheat to wine, the crystal took it,
For billions, not enough to eat.
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Droughts and fires, mass starvation,
Every day same news on the telly.
Soon were gone our luxuries,
From beef to ice-cream, rice to jelly.
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Remember showers of that time,
A bit of soap, dash under water
Our garden was left to wither,
But at least we were far from the slaughter.
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Daddy, he would rarely smile,
Mummy, she would often cry.
I remember seeing the newscast,
"All nations under GDI."
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Soon we too were force to join,
The exodus from "at risk" towns.
The dust, it covered everything,
World no longer green but putrid brown.
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Taken to a "refuge zone,"
We were told more help would come.
Nothing here to pass the time,
Just watch the passage of the sun.
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Saw new storms began to form,
"Ion storms" are still their name.
Took shelter upon their sight,
For now poison was in the rain.
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Watched the news for any hope,
But always, the news let me down.
News of death, collapse and famine,
Steadily, spirit ground down.
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And I still remember sight,
Upon that dusty, battered screen.
Over entire countries, crystal fields,
Earth turning different shade of green.
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When the order came to move,
Mama, Papa, both were dead.
Told us little of end point,
"Heading further north," they said.
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The year now, 2029,
Over thirty years is now my life.
Years of famine, drought, collapse,
Years of the crystal, of long strife.
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The old world, like a dream is gone,
Now all struggle to stay alive.
Yet even now I still remember,
That fateful day in '95.