Gaia’s New Dawn

What is the path to the future I seek?

Why is the future of the planet so bleak?

Why can’t I rise up embracing the Dawn

not finding another dead species to mourn?

When will I see the earth’s Spirit held high,

instead of fed poison until she does die?

Helter Skelter we race down Doomsday’s track

with a nuclear war always hard at our back.

We ignore the ticking; Doomsday’s tick  tock

until that day comes and we’ll feign a shock.

My dream is to rise one day with the Sun

knowing that Gaia’s new dawn had begun.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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