The Dark Continent

Not just the absence of light

It’s much worse

An inhabited netherworld

Feel it immerse

You in lonely, forlorn

Raging storms

Of despair

Impecunious

Broken hopes

Beyond repair

To awake

The nightmare

And to dream

The escape

From desertification

You can’t cultivate

A thirst you can not sate

No, despite how the torrential

Rains inundate

The virulent,

Unruliest

Throngs of diseased

Masses begging

And praying

On prostrated knees

The gods still send their plagues

Further north from the jungle

As millions enslaved

Still

To climate-change hunger

Succumb to the rumbling of tummies

Imploding

The bloating unsightly

An air of foreboding

Still looms over me

Not a cloud in the sky

And when blinding

The sun in it

Opens my eyes

To a scenery

Stretching and rolling

Serenely

I can’t help but stare

And at peace

Give a sigh

I suppose there are places

Much worse

I could die