It has included building walls
Laying track like a scar
Upon the earth's surface
Flying machines in the atmosphere
As if following a master's plan
Our brick and concrete sprawl
Emptied cities after the wars
Our dreams have been encased
In an envelope of fear
We have tried to escape
Without success and only sorrow
This world bleeds from our hands
This is the new world created
Godless and suffering
Forget our endless shame
There may be a tomorrow
With exponential births and finite land
This world now has a future castrated
Covered in ash of the burnt offerings
“A map of the world that does not include Utopia is not worth even glancing at, for it leaves out the one country at which Humanity is always landing. And when Humanity lands there, it looks out, and, seeing a better country, sets sail. Progress is the realisation of Utopias.” Oscar Wilde
