Hungry stomachs grow hungrier,
Pan viruses are breath-taking;
Polar bears come down to garbage,
While the world is slowly breaking.

The ones with faith have but words,
The poor have no hope to live,
The brave are led by the cunning,
Sometime, something had to give.

Politics plays games with rape and death,
People are lost enough to believe;
No soul remains for any devil,
All love agrees to deceive.

Gadgets confuse and rob all feeling,
Flowers have no voice for any thing;
Painters have grown to the abstract,
Singers have but sadness to bring.

Poets once saw a beautiful world,
But it is now not of their making;
The future lies warming on glaciers,
While the world is slowly breaking.