Where's the rythmn,
The rythmn, the rhyme, the reason?
I feel it's all getting lost,
Much like the seasons.
Have we been overcome,
Punished, for some inharmonious treason?
I feel I'm cascading and fading,
Like a politicians integrity,
**** knows just what depths we'll see,
as all the consequences show thier hands,
in scorched lands
Civilisations get buried in mud,
so what makes ours so special,
that we would escape the Earth's revolution?
Sit back, enjoy, The Grand Delusion
as the Earth just keeps on turning,
Right from its core
-it's experienced a lot
But never this before-
A species forever driven towards war,
and who impose their will, by law..
Who imagine a window
just so they can slam the door.
What more will it take?
As half the world is going to sleep,
the other wakes,
Sun, streaming through that window,
as the day breaks..
Start of a spoken word poem I have started, I would be gf fateful for any perspective you would like to give me =)..