Why are we wilfully
making death come so cheap??
Why are we suddenly befriending a dreaded foe?
Why do we seek comfort at the greater beyond?
And have chosen to drag our bodies painfully below the earth?
Why do we travel a path whose feel we can’t explain,
Why do we experiment with treasures we can’t replace?
Why do we suffer our bodies for sins they don’t own?
And have chosen to sour our entrails with fluids[things] that promised death?
I know, we could find a way, if’d stayed for whiles more ?
Or maybe, we might ne’er, but should at least give Nature her chance?
Why do we feel so strange, and so ‘unbelonging’?
On a planet where even the moths roamed in comfort?
Have we got problems whose weight entirely outweighs the world?
Or have got questions which we think had answers at Shoel?
Have our ‘unbeliefs’ really made us worth nothing before the eyes?
Why do we hasten for a taste of the aliens Caramel?
And have in response, quickened to make ourselves a waste of Cum?
Whatever happened to patience,
Whatever happened to Hope,
Whatever happened to knowledge,
…but not wisdom;
That it compels man to sufficiently lay their lives for her vain quest?
Whatever had made the storm seem unbearable to brave warlocks?
Whatever made the earth to spin from the vantage point,
Whatever whispers evil to unruly ears of the unborn?
On whose shoulder lies, in abandon, most of the world’s greatness?
Take a deep breath,
…I know there’s hope for mankind, but it ain’t suicide.