Critical, creative and digital writingEcriture critique, créative et numérique

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A deserted village

It was so long ago, That I arrived, a stranger to all. I fought my way through Forests and plains, and villages too. I saw the world, I practiced it, A global village made of concrete. But what I see now is different, Changed by man into a torch incandescent. Half-submerged towers, entire cities Under water, under water-lilies. Floating corpses hailing me With putrid smells of fear acrid. That is the world now, the rotten world, A deserted village where rules one earl, Money, profit, is that worthy? Worthy of our end, the end of our story?