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
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.