The mind is warped
it begets words of wrath and vengeance
the heart is hardened
poison lurks in every sentence

progress swallows civilisation
sepulchral is history
peace is buried
sleeps eternally

the rose is blemished
it weeps and hangs down its head
the sea is polluted
beauty is dead

nowhere could I turn
only love alone can save me
from ruins for none else
would show me any pity.