The skyscraper
 

And man finally stoop up on the top. Blind to his actions' consequences, he couldn't see further away from where he wanted to look: progress. At the time he had been building his large skyscraper, he had been filling the Earth's surface with his trash, polluting air and water with his smoke and waste, making his fellow men work endlessly and miserably. Now, a few people were allowed to stand at the top of the building where they could contemplate their creation -from the highest place in the planet.

Yes, it hadn't been a costless work. They had erased cultures and civilizations from the map, banned traditions and silenced opposition to its masterwork; so every man could understand the nature of it and could put its arms to its service.

"It's finally finished" one of them said

And then, the elevator stopped at the last plant. Seven man and seven women, dressed in their best clothes, appeared as the doors opened. Hardly did they put their feet on the floor, when in a reflex movement their arms ran to its faces to cover their eyes.

"Oh my..."

They saw nothing. The clouds of smog and acid rain were so thick that there was not a beam of light that could get through them. And if they could, all they could have seen is a desert of black dust.

They were on the top, yet there had harmed too much.

But who was then to see what they had done? Who would judge them?

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What lack of common sense and personal interests make to a natural mechanism, inherent to human nature, called progress.

Misery.

So, where are we going with all this progress? Who is the actual favored one by its benefits?

The old workers were free then to leave the skyscraper; although the hell in the inside was nothing compared to the hell they let be outside. Most of the people who left perished in the desert; most of people in the building died trying to prevent its fall, by unorganized reparations. The highest floors, home of the rich ones, had been sacked and their inhabitants had no other option but run away if they wanted to save their lives. Surviving was the challenge then. When food began to be a scarce good, murder became something usual.

The building eventually collapsed.

Twice as slow as the humans damaged Nature, the natural processes began to take again their previous routine. The first light beams broke through the smog; as the water cycle resumed again. The water was slowly turning crystal clear. And color green began to take over, little by little, over the desert's surface.

The remaining people were few; but they wouldn't bite the feeding hand again.

And as slowly as Nature gotten over its disease, human race began to understand what the word balance meant.

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"Earth provides enough to satisfy every man's need, but not every man's greed" - Gandhi

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I know, it could have been better, but I need some sleep. Perhaps I'm editing this later (perhaps not)...

so sad yet so true.

You should watch Koyaanisqatsi, it's basically about the same topic. ;)

Interesting idea :)

Thanks :)

And I'll make sure to watch that film rasomaso

There are many people trying to prevent our downfall, but I am afraid that we will fail in these efforts. Sh*t man, in 20 years we may have to wear gas masks...

There's a whole lot of truth to that statement- I don't really want to see the world burn in my lifetime.

I hope people- Ahem, or should I say, 'sheep'?- realize what's gone wrong and work hard to fix it before it's too late.

Hahaha, that's funny. Very good point- I was mostly referring to the leadership of our countries/etc who have the power to make the logical decisions we require to secure our future (other than and including ecological development), but don't due to political reasons.