The world is a heap of fumbled mistakes
by men seeking power with hands of greed;
governments full with parasites and fakes,
spilling such nonsense to meet their own needs.
And they spout improvements of worldly gains
of wars and toys and fights of fair means,
while populations pose to play with pain
and power sits perfect - itself redeemed.
People are restless and talk "solutions",
but what of the tears and what of the cost
would mankind expect from revolution
when Earth can't be won and we've already lost?
We weep about worth and things we can see,
for media moments that shape our youth
and we bleed for beliefs...to bleed them free,
yet ignore all sense...all notions of truth.
Our world is ending just as was once planned
and global warming is taking the blame,
while sun scorches all and sea swallows land
and Earth becomes "memory" - a simple name.
We prepare for future - one we won't know,
whilst hysteria holds itself intact;
we eat our own words, watch as deceit grows
and scowl down on those who dare to raise fact.
Sheep of circumstance - it's what we've become--
a society tainted by own lies;
we've damaged, depleted...mankind is done,
as fault finds feigned glories within death's cries.
Adding your comment:
Once again, you are so talented.
