That strange flower, the sun,
Has been speaking in sun spots, solar flares
Telling us the world is looking ugly
Overcrowded, corrupt, without dignity
A massive truft of light
In the pollution of greed
Upon the animal pupil’s eyes
Those strange diamonds, the stars,
Have been talking about shooting stars
Telling us humanity is being judged
By higher powers, and the people are sad
They live in such a world
Economics has become the new dogma
An unholy God that lets a few profit
While people die every day
That ancient body, the ocean, Has been listening to us war for many millennia
Who listens for the snow, finding winter
Worrying about the end-days that are to come.
Photo Courtesy: http://www.deviantart.com/art/West-Highlands-Sunset-399150633
Wuji Seshat 