The priests, politicians,
industrialists
Decided for long to man the world
Came running, rushing to the red
shore
At once, not to condole
But with folded hands, to implore
Manage the disaster
By the shouldering protagonists
Acting for ages, cornered on the
floor.
News reached too late. Now
worships, wealth, goods
Craving for attention, for food
Won't be born, but burn in the
woods.
For farmers have decided not to
plough anymore,
Women, not to conceive like
marionettes of the folklore.
Severed the lines
Fruit between the thighs,
Thoughts now dead, to violate and
roar.
The last space dropped in the ocean.
Done.
Rulers meek, weak, with lost rank
and file,
Piper just left, his tune-trail
behind
Crowd crying in turn,
Thirsty, wailing waves
Outside, in the mind
Hurling through the caves
Futile! Sterile!
Terror threats of the nuclear
world
Like the erring peace, hollow
words.
Intelligent men could never
believe,
The need to manufacture Adam and
Eve.
Scientists now have eggs on their
Face,
They decided to focus on the
Outer Space.
Leaders in rupture on this final
defeat,
Blaming the flutist for his
indecisive feat.
Walls now cracking on the
soldiers' Earth,
Resting in peace one species
birth.