The Earth's End

The world has become A desert without end. Where there were once Magnificent buildings of Marble white stone, Reflecting glass windows-- There is but rubble.	The oceans themselves Now devoid of all life Were once teeming With thousands of different Marine species Swimming about in them-- Now deadly water.
The rain forests of Latin America, Once summer green With the morning mists floating Above the ground Like clouds on a mountain-- All is now desert.	The wintry icecaps Have completely melted. The high mountains Have been cut down to low hills By the constant Seven miles-a-minute Hurricane-like winds.
Where there were deserts Back in the distant past, There are great glass Craters, deadly to the touch In which unseen Radiation persists, Lurking there for years.	But what really makes This world seem so empty Is the lack of The animals and people Whose lively noise Had kept this world alive. Every creature--gone.
How did this world go From so beautiful to A place so damned? The answer can be found in The hatred and Distrust that one race had For another one.