I watch the world I feel it’s pain;
the torment driving it insane.
I know the answers must be here,
at times the truth is spoken clear.
But hidden by insane desire
we burn all truth on Mammon’s fire.
As flames now reach into our heart
till we only know their burning art.
So daily now we burn this Earth;
a ‘commodity’ with a dollar worth.

About a foolhardy florilegium

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