Global warming and Nuclear winter

The world will end up in a flame,
due to the desires of a few.
And everyone will be to blame,
for they will burn the same.

Raging infernos scorching the land,
a spark enough to invoke them.
Suffering from thirst no one can withstand,
lost in a desert without a grain of sand.

But there will be no trees of green,
no shade to curl up under.
For slowly crawling it’s way up is the marine,
and there will be nothing left in between.

The world may end up in fire,
choking to its death
But if you subdue your desire,
the flames will stop burning higher.

After the heat comes the cold,
the remnant of a war long forgotten.
One that belonged to times of old,
and a society greatly misbegotten
in which loyalty was gladly sold.

The land will be plunged into the dark,
as clouds thick with snow hang above.
The world will be struck by misery stark.
And it will all have begun with a dearth of love,
a crash and a spark.

Hate so strong that it would break,
that which even the stars could not,
and leave devastation in its wake.
And years later, when everyone forgot,
All that was left of it was an unearthly mistake

We could perish engulfed in ice,
and become harbingers of hate,
and venomous lies.
But if this loathing we could abate,
we could unitedly rise.

Some say the world will end in fire,
some say in ice.
But if you make some change today,
the world may live to see another day.