In a world where nothing matters, what happens if you care;
if you see the devastation; see the life of it stripped bare.
What happens to the Spirit in a land where nothings left;
in a land devoid of Gaia because of human’s theft.
We tear, we rip, we plunder and what’s in our wake is bare;
and we move on to the next bit because we just don’t care.
Hello cruel world, I’m here to join this circus.
Join 210 other subscribers
- Follow a foolhardy florilegium on WordPress.com
Select a category
- 7,482 hits