Why can't we see? is it the glare that blinds?
[we] can't comprehend with such facile words
Abstract thought is no grace of man
A trillion lost causes the fate of our effect
Fundamental ideas that we glean
charged to engage with our surroundings
or we are no more just than those now blind by faith
this iron sphere revolves blind of our presence
When we stood tall, we covered our eyes
antagonism replaced any intrigue
so fearful of loosing, poised for offense
cut back the wheat, to c**tivate chaff
will we repeat
this tragic succession
of turgid descent
to tear the mantle
draining the cruor
trite in our feelings
glib in our squander
of this beautiful world
From the moment we stood upright, we attained a sense of entitlement that propelled us to migrate north, cutting down all that stood in our way. Our history is peppered with acts of horrific violence, culminating with the rape and slaughter of the Neanderthal race amongst hundreds of other species. Our legacy is one of a complete disregard for this planet and the species we share it with. Our mythology, be that abandoned or still readily taught is a profound example of stubborn justification of these acts. We are told time and time again by unbiased, thinking minds that we are killing this planet, that our movements will not do anything to help us in the long run, and yet we shrug it off, we quote millenia old texts for a**urance, we continue to cut the earth for resources we no longer need, and in our arrogance see this as just. We are the definition of finite.
[we] can't comprehend with such facile words
Abstract thought is no grace of man
A trillion lost causes the fate of our effect
Fundamental ideas that we glean
charged to engage with our surroundings
or we are no more just than those now blind by faith
this iron sphere revolves blind of our presence
When we stood tall, we covered our eyes
antagonism replaced any intrigue
so fearful of loosing, poised for offense
cut back the wheat, to c**tivate chaff
will we repeat
this tragic succession
of turgid descent
to tear the mantle
draining the cruor
trite in our feelings
glib in our squander
of this beautiful world
From the moment we stood upright, we attained a sense of entitlement that propelled us to migrate north, cutting down all that stood in our way. Our history is peppered with acts of horrific violence, culminating with the rape and slaughter of the Neanderthal race amongst hundreds of other species. Our legacy is one of a complete disregard for this planet and the species we share it with. Our mythology, be that abandoned or still readily taught is a profound example of stubborn justification of these acts. We are told time and time again by unbiased, thinking minds that we are killing this planet, that our movements will not do anything to help us in the long run, and yet we shrug it off, we quote millenia old texts for a**urance, we continue to cut the earth for resources we no longer need, and in our arrogance see this as just. We are the definition of finite.