The future looks grey! The Foureyed Poet.
The pace of life moves ever faster
when will this cycle end
at full throttle into the unknown
as told by the shouting pastor
the human spirit could descend
man’s god complex known
those written warnings of disaster
who is the real master?
Cloning life dabbling with living earth
from the baby in a manger
our time is running out hour by hour
remembering the long ago birth
no point in looking far back anymore
we go on mutilating all creation
a natural environment is a wonder
the ebbing tides on a sandy shore
the wondrous sites in every nation
are on their way to obliteration!
Does it come down to evil over good?
The Foureyed Poet.