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I wrote this in Yr 12, my English teacher apparently loved it. See for yourself.

When The Mushrooms Come

Sitting on top of a hill I look,
I look at the sky blanketed with orange clouds
I stop to think about the consequences
What will happen when the mushrooms come?

The blazing afternoons of many shades of red
Will turn into a sea of grey silence
The lovely smell of air
Will turn into the smell of death and disease

I see the zoo in the horizon and think
Will they all turn into strange beings
Beings that were in our minds and myths
A Cerberus here, A Cyclops there

Maybe an eternal winter of darkness awaits
All for the better or worse?
No light to shine on the desolate world
A world of catastrophic annihilation and genocide

I glance at the people walking by
Oblivious to everything but themselves
How sad that many will turn into nothingness
Evaporate, and join the long line into purgatory

I stare at my hands, what will they do?
Create mushrooms, maybe stop mushrooms
One person cannot do much, but many
Like me ask the question again and again

What will happen when the mushrooms come?

(C) 2002 M Rana

Depressing huh?

Please tell me you know what I'm talking about, pretty much my entire class thought I was actually talking about food crying