The scorching sand is set to die
beneath the tree-shaded sky;
Experience life’s dark and light,
and don’t give up without a fight.
The moon that pulls the seas waxes and wanes in Heaven;
Our assumptions on her contrariness may be forgiven.
And the sun that burns the days, lights our ambitions at its hest;
Life’s chosen ones are warmed and truly blest.
Alec does the work followed by many;
The admass pay more than a pretty penny;
The consumer’s experience is the acme of the Brand;
You’ve just been had: welcome to the Promised Land!
All those who know the tribulations of the community,
Know the disease that affects its members’ affinity:
Janus-faced politicians whose principles we uphold,
Are petty tyrants carved from a hellish mould.
The kal-yug of tomorrow is the ever-passing today;
After who or what the deluge, doesn’t matter or it may-
The light that has many colors is bound by Nature’s law,
Bargain hunters have wagered Earth’s survival in this see-saw.
An inconvenient truth is a hill to climb,
For you to bolt past, posture, or be left behind;
Billions of particles left out in space,
Aye, do they spell doom for our race?
Copyright © SC
5th February 2008