Dead Land

Modern minds boiled and coiled skyward,
A cloud of savage culture for the future,
Past seemed precious, not for the new
Generation.  Love never is a passion

Quench the bloody thirst.  Barbarians love
The begone days of homicide. Ruthless!
Humanity was bombarded long ago,
Traditions beheaded to transplant anew,

'Lord of the Flies' had savages,
Our children represent them!
They spread Atavistic fear
And insatiable appitite grow.

We live for pelf, for fame, for power,
Roots are being cut, destroyed
A palace in the air, cosy, is built,
Foundations in the nether world
A sinner's world lies deep.
A heavy NIL, a big NIL exists,
Of avarice of infertility, of annihilation.

Nothing comes from nothing
Is perfection a big NOTHING?