Crossed rivers, blocked canals, an island marching towards death and drought, Undug wells, more pipelines, and black gold warming up a continent.. brrRaining $Ss, in a long winter, frozen on mountain tops, Assume you'd see, all too real, from a cozy health resort. Bird's eye view, from far above, for masters in high orbit, Far too close, too much fog, though, for the peasants below. So many souls, many more droids, Too much noise, the hum of flying drones. Watched in surprise over starlinked cities, Yet in silence over the oil welled desert. Let's flatten all unto a screen, 2D. Easier to navigate! Invaders bad. Dictators crazy. Patriots duty, A Molotov cocktail, And a vote in democracy, F̶o̶r̶ ̶a̶ ̶m̶o̶n̶a̶r̶c̶h̶, I̶n̶ ̶d̶e̶c̶l̶i̶n̶e̶. An emperor's council, comedians, warriors, Flying circus beating drums, Here are the directions, Quite simple, you'll see! Work. Drink, dance, snort Maybe sing and barely eat. The black lines, better not cross, But be mad, when others
Pain and depression, Sadness and melancholy! Which is where? The dust, the tears, bodies lined up. The darkness, emptiness, the yearning for a home. One calls for an action, through fire or water! It push and pull and hurt and burn..! Anger, at those who soar the skies, Spreading tears and covering with dust, The souls below. Tears, of respect and camaraderie, That nourish the seeds of tomorrow, Tomorrow, a dream, a hope, a call for a search. Of a path. The other is persistent. Demands no action, but acceptance. No path forward, you only walk back, Step back, forward!! Looking at a past. Past? Covered in dust, Overgrown with moss. Somewhere in the darkness.. A void.. A source you cannot see... Yet you know, feel, Were, once the brightest of stars, once the gentlest of moons. Are, The sparkle of truth, The real, eternal.