House of Beauty and Death.

So much beauty here.

This death trap – towering walls.

Waiting . . waiting for the end.

Arid, dry . . falsely green and living.

Life is desperate, at any time.

 

And change is but the blink of an eye.

From a long slow death to sudden dying.

A flash of light . . then nothing.

While the world will not end

The world we believe exists will.

Suddenly.

 

We delude our selves.

Of our birthright supremacy

Opposable thumb and luck

Yet our spirit dwindles

Fades into self wrought

Oppression

 

Time and again through history.

Humans rise and humans fall.

Death or survival.

A chance at life, or a lingering death.

And I watch, screaming silent,

as the world of hope dies.

 

A future unwritten in silence

As a future archeologist ponders

Who were they

Ancestors or failed experiment

Do you ever sit and dream

Staring at the stars

In broad daylight?

 

Banfiadh copywrite 2012