Doomsday poem 1

The acrid smell of smoke 
Rising. Did they warn us?
Did we expect the heat to
Bring so many pollutants
Into the air? From where?
Change they say is good
But is this the change we
Wanted? The planet is 
Changing, shifting at its
Core. This is structural and
Deep. You don't see it as
It comes from within from
Underneath. It comes out
Of nowhere from below so
Suddenly, the center doesn't 
Hold. Smoke all around and
Shaken foundations below
The temperatures so high 
Is this all the progress we
Have made? Stench, heat