I ask myself
am I brave enough
do I have the courage to go on
what about all this self help
the bible tells us
charging interest
is a sin
that's one place to begin
all the perfumed glory
in the world
can't make things right
red yellow black brown white
altogether
spectral arcs of light
bending and blending the world
I recognize
there's writing on the wall
those tall mountains
eventually they'll fall
glory doesn't regulate the tide
strong perfume makes it difficult to hide
when the spring dries up
when the water is gone
then we'll be scratching our heads
wondering where we went wrong
I hear wisdom
ringing sacred bells
urging us to wake
emerge from this lucid dream
we think we see the divergent light
or so it urgently seems
but what is truly right
even in the daylight
fools like us will flounder
we act like we're blind
some of us just never
see the light
take no mind
what kind
or is it colour that matters
all those dark mad hatters
scattering viral mythology
something about economy and mystic biology
there is a tempest brewing
a comet sent from heaven
the oceans are seriously stewing
planet earth is smothering
cue the sun and atmospheric vapour
cue gardens and the splendour of nature
like a jaguar
there are demi-gods
about to pounce
announcing changes in their ranges
denouncing greeks and romans
flouncing christians moslems jews
while the gates of hell
have been flung open
coping is merely a word
survival will be more commonly heard
surviving another day
getting through another night
midst all the herd confusion
what is left and what is right
nightmares give us all a fright
cue the end of civilization
herd immunity
but the end of human kind
one community
the end of our world
surviving and this sacred plight
survival becomes our daily fight