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?
