In The Crisis Of Our Age
I think about the future
About people unborn
Not one to nurture
But I mourn
For nature
On the edge of perdition
Death of culture
Of our own volition
In the Dark Ages
Progress was on break
The changes
Left hope at its wake
Now it is different
We used our talent
To destroy, to our detriment
Our regret and lament
Collective indulgence
hunger for more
Corrosive intransigence
must hate more
Calm persistence
hope more
The change
In the crisis of our age
Can come
If we welcome
What we can still become
