** Back To The Future **

The year is 2285 Everyone is getting high It’s all about high profile To live is to die No more prison and trial A free world to compile All your sins will fly The judgment is yours to consider Money for nothing to ponder Distance yourself further No retreat and no surrender The going will get wilder The tough will get weaker The ozone layer became thinner The icebergs had landed Low lying lands became embedded Like thrusting a knife that is jagged Seems like most parts are flooded Highlands are barricaded Population intakes are limited To survive is to be restricted Who’s the poor and who’s the richest? It’s a taboo to say and yet superstitious To be in power would be the strongest Sharing your power could be the longest To live that long is tremendous And the poor would become notorious To be left out as the monotonous Global warming has taken its toll It’s not like walking in the park to stroll The heat could penetrate even your soul No more south and north pole Your best next home is in the hole