We all sought gold,
sifted through what
all was fertile.
And in the
human landscape waste,
saw vision; a breeding ground of yielding hearts
and temptation of possession.
Now ransacked and
disconnected, empathy's closed up shop,
disfigured gift with barbed
And by greed masking as need, demand with no
we've peddled what was not for sale, we've corrupted soul, wasted
plenty, soaked up scandal while the
flesh of earth thirsted and now our efforts of restoration,
We, the horror that we imagine. All signals
of range and in haste to slacken
guilt, we say we have
no idea what caused the shift, the current
degradation, and we're wilting,
anchored to denial. The heat prickles, peeling
off every layer of reason,
There will be hell to pay.