Wind
Atop my canyon aerie, I see down on creation, wondering where it went wrong. Mass urbanization and over population are choking the world, draining the resources of life. But do you care? Does anyone care anymore? No one answers, for they’re already dead. But what’s this? Could it be? The wind carrying the whispers of the dead, toiling in their desecrated tombs, crypts and graves? Yes, it most certainly is. While you were too busy fretting over the petty things in life, taking it all for granted, you forgot to appreciate your ancestors, and all they did for you. And now you spit on them. Up here, I can hear their angry cries, and for once, I agree with the great majority.
I'm spitting these things out like no tomorrow!
Atop my canyon aerie, I see down on creation, wondering where it went wrong. Mass urbanization and over population are choking the world, draining the resources of life. But do you care? Does anyone care anymore? No one answers, for they’re already dead. But what’s this? Could it be? The wind carrying the whispers of the dead, toiling in their desecrated tombs, crypts and graves? Yes, it most certainly is. While you were too busy fretting over the petty things in life, taking it all for granted, you forgot to appreciate your ancestors, and all they did for you. And now you spit on them. Up here, I can hear their angry cries, and for once, I agree with the great majority.
I'm spitting these things out like no tomorrow!