WHY?

When the Gods of war do quench their thirst
and the blood of children stains the earth;
and torn from her heart the foul ‘black gold’
’tis then that Gaia’s blood runs cold
and we hear her scream echo ‘cross the sky
just one clear word and that is “WHY?”

About a foolhardy florilegium

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