Dying Age

This world is not ours
Still we ravage with no remorse
We blindly follow leaders
And choose not to question the course

Ten thousand years of civilised culture
Where are we headed
In the fading light of justice
Life is not left to live

What choices do we leave our children
When all we do is exploit and consume
Weakness reigns in our hearts

There is life in every breath
But when will we be able to breath
Bitterness flows in open streams
What is left of beauty
What is left for everyone to see

Ten thousand years of civilised culture
Where are we headed
In the fading light of justice
Life is not left to live

In this savage season
There is still life in every breath
There is still beauty in every stone
But as the butchered landscape witness
Life is not left to live

In the dying strain of pure beauty
I fall to my knees