Empty Tanks, Shattered Hearts Poem by M. Asim Nehal

The world is running dry, an aching sigh
as humanity's tank stands vacant, a hollow why
where gas runs out and emotions are crowned,
we've lost the spark that fueled our hearts and souls
drowning in a sea of screens and endless goals.

The values ​​we once love now thrown aside,
while we run into a future, we can't abide
the world is on the side and we are accused of
in this endless chase of progress, we're left to wonder
the chaos we created and the pain we have achieved.

We've lost our way, and our humanity too,
In the pursuit of progress, we've lost our clue,
The earth cries out for mercy, and we ignore,
The warning signs, and the price we'll have to pay.

When will it end?
When will we see the light?
And turn away from this path that's not right?
the world is on the edge, and we must choose,
to change our ways, and start anew.