In voice for the dying condition of mankind, the crying soul speaks:
A thickened smog spreads
should a ray of light
guide the world,
through the dense barricade.
horrific surroundings ,
humans cease to live
conscience within if guides the way,
doomed is the future of the earth
Cannibals existed in prehistoric times,
stone age showed the evolution sign,
centuries took to origin of species,
transforming and being phylogenetic,
the path suddenly seems reversed,
or is it lost in the shrouded cover,
every corner speaks of power,
chaos ruling minds of Bedlam.
where is the destination of this voyage,
the smothering dark cloud of rage and wrath suffocates,
shearing this impenetrable isn’t easy,
who will be then taking the initiative?
generations will swipe away thus,
will anything be left called mankind ever?