You stood in the limelight before a shaft of blazing light emitted from the zenith positioned matrix of all energy The brightness illuminated your radiant countenance as blackness enveloped around your structures as in an early baroque by Rembrandt Your form was made from the finest materials But your representatives stood in greedy defiance going beyond their eroded gardens and trampled vegetation and beasts underfoot, even defeacated plutonium in my backyard and belched various gases in my face
Luxury is your ideology, all too sure in obtaining unlimited resources You are still heavily consuming the best still maintaining the frivolous notion that all is well never anticipating that time passes into the future
The shaft of blazing sunlight has insidiously been replaced by a blinding interrogation lamp as darkness licks at your morals and creeps upon your very being
No longer can you obtain desirous things as readily as options become minimized
Panic is beginning to take hold as reality overcomes frivolity You are starting to run, you have already left one of your expensive golden combat-boots in Vietnam; later pirated black gold from Mesopotamia under perjury
But doubtless to say there is no reason for a prince to save you because you have gotten too old, much too corporatized, too corrupted, too soon, too fast, YOU MUST SAVE YOURSELF!! And I know you can And I know you can be that lady with that torch again...