PMP: Worries

Worries

 The Frankenstein¹ being,

At the cost of its own future,

Lurks like the greatest of dangers

Like the sword hung from a weak rope

Just above the head of a sleeping child

And watching it with eyes wide open

As if it were its toy.

The black-hole on the earth

The oceanic volcano on the ground

The desert without an oasis

Straight on the pathway to fossils

Are what the adjectives I see in association

With the ever wisest of the earth’s creation!