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. The oceans are dying, Coral reefs are bleached, Ghostly acidic in the seas, Climate is changing, not for Nero, But for subjects who wait in whirlwinds Eye, underneath uncapped mountain peaks, And water is draining underground.  Where is Reason, where is sense uncommon?  Not with Elected hands who are wringing to lords of zero, Whose legions are sent off, engaged in foreign wars, To scathe, faraway dramas brought back home, Politicians squabble, as they reel, cashing in, Seals of unapprovals, witness hollow, low rings, Infrastructure crumbles, above our dry heads, And Nero plays his fiddle, in a land of perky dead, John Lennon said NYC was in reality the new Rome, soon set to burn, in a decade or so, Nero knows, Nero plays, could give a feck' Humanity is Nero playing his fiery fiddle There is only one issue of news that matters, Not bread, or circus, Kardashians, or deflated Footballs, it is our survival, the earth, heating up, Is angry and we are small, deaf, blind and numb, A mankind of fools with Nero playing his fiddle.
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Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 8:35 PM UTC
Nero's World
. The oceans are dying, Coral reefs are bleached, Ghostly acidic in the seas, Climate is changing, not for Nero, But for subjects who wait in whirlwinds Eye, underneath uncapped mountain peaks, And water is draining underground.  Where is Reason, where is sense uncommon?  Not with Elected hands who are wringing to lords of zero, Whose legions are sent off, engaged in foreign wars, To scathe, faraway dramas brought back home, Politicians squabble, as they reel, cashing in, Seals of unapprovals, witness hollow, low rings, Infrastructure crumbles, above our dry heads, And Nero plays his fiddle, in a land of perky dead, John Lennon said NYC was in reality the new Rome, soon set to burn, in a decade or so, Nero knows, Nero plays, could give a feck' Humanity is Nero playing his fiery fiddle There is only one issue of news that matters, Not bread, or circus, Kardashians, or deflated Footballs, it is our survival, the earth, heating up, Is angry and we are small, deaf, blind and numb, A mankind of fools with Nero playing his fiddle.
Popular legend claims that Nero ( the 'Mad Emperor' ) played the fiddle at the time of the great fire of Rome burning in 1st-century.
#insanity#madness#selfdestruction#climate#values
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Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 8:35 PM UTC
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