I see the survivors
They have eyes
Empty from the pain
They have seen oblivion
And returned
Again
Curse to live a broken life
Avoiding again
The hunger
Of living without
Food or love
Safety or freedom
The hunger burns
Inside
The soul commits suicide
While the bodies
Never die
But become dust
Mud
And ash
The burning fires
Of modernity
Will destroy the world
Regardless of the innocence
Or the cause
Or smoke covering the earth
And in the sky
Like a curse
Worse than my very birth
Less a stain
More a violent death
Unannounced
Ignored
And thought
Worthless