Down here, the metals are rusty and tongues are thirsty. The roads are dusty and the children are nasty. The land lacks equity and the tables are filthy. Souls are dirty and journeys are hasty. Life is fifty-fifty. Man's nature has become more beastly. To survive you have to be able to mangle and devour whoever is in the way. Maybe this chaos levels the ground. Maybe there has to be a master and the people to serve the master. Maybe it has to be this way. Maybe the fierce are visionary and the followers are blind. All said and done, it is reasonable to conclude that the reasons behind these structures are unjust. The bad outweighs the good by far. In most cases, the solutions are within reach, but down the drain goes the effort. And here comes the question, what's the point in all of this then? We should look up more.

© Ommie