ZonaJewel

In ink.

If mankind in all it's wonder
For one day could cease to blunder
And for just one moment stop to think,

Then Beneath this eldless droning
Could be heard the earth intoning,
“Oh wherefore of my blood must you all drink?”

And behind the ceaseless dancing
We could see the wound needs lancing
Before we all fall down from this high brink.

Too tall are the mighty towers
Where man perches with his powers
Even now the great infection starts to stink.

Rending Earth with their defiance
Trading mystery for science
As into the cosmic void the great ones sink

Never knowing what they've rendered
'Tis their own demise they've tendered
For they'll not hear a word 'till it's in ink.