bisKi
Bluelighter
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- Mar 19, 2002
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apologies if this is badly written but the sentiment hit me just then
Two beings meander through the wastelands
If you look closely, you know they aren't from this realm.
The older one stops and gazes around wistfully,
the younger being looks up and wonders:
are those tears in his eyes?
Once upon a time this was a beautiful place
The younger one was told.
Filled with oceans, forests and mountains;
Breath-taking sunrises, even more dramatic sunsets
Life was simple, people farmed the land and lived.
The older being stopped for a moment,
the young one asked "then why is this a wasteland, if life was simple then?
Shouldn't there be greenery still,
the song of birds, the breath of the wind.
Not a barren land, not grey, not dead. "
Life was simple at the start, people were content with what they have.
Then as time went by, people change.
Desires and wants take over their hearts.
The quest for power, the lust for lands -
Rulers wage wars on each other;
Massacres reverses the consecration of life
There were times of peace scattered between those periods
Where some rulers were wise enough to unite and
live in harmony, rather than in feud
But remember though, these were still early times -
when weapons used in wars were simple.
Merely spears, swords and simple staffs.
Time passes by again, another millenia gone.
Wars are now fought with bullets and bombs,
This bomb was created to stop the "war of all wars"
Alas all it did was create a complication -
It started a race to see who could create the most destructive bomb of all.
So that's when this wasteland started to emerge my dear friend
Constant wars raged on neighbours
under the pretext of removing unwanted characteristics or beliefs
Innocents sacrificed in the quest for power
The men at the top raged on regardless
It's only people, they reasoned, casualties of war.
It's bound to happen, that's the nature they swore.
It finally came to head in the last century.
Father fighting son, brother against brother.
No one is safe, not even from their own family.
So it finally happened, the great war.
It brought a blanket of death across the world,
Aphysiating those who survived the first blanket.
Not sparing anyone, anything, not one at all.
And so hence the great wasteland was born.
These two aren't angels, nor minions of the devil
not really souls nor spirits nor aliens.
Merely our conscience speaking of the "what ifs"
Not missing us, or of life or love.
Just mourning the passing of this earth.
Two beings meander through the wastelands
If you look closely, you know they aren't from this realm.
The older one stops and gazes around wistfully,
the younger being looks up and wonders:
are those tears in his eyes?
Once upon a time this was a beautiful place
The younger one was told.
Filled with oceans, forests and mountains;
Breath-taking sunrises, even more dramatic sunsets
Life was simple, people farmed the land and lived.
The older being stopped for a moment,
the young one asked "then why is this a wasteland, if life was simple then?
Shouldn't there be greenery still,
the song of birds, the breath of the wind.
Not a barren land, not grey, not dead. "
Life was simple at the start, people were content with what they have.
Then as time went by, people change.
Desires and wants take over their hearts.
The quest for power, the lust for lands -
Rulers wage wars on each other;
Massacres reverses the consecration of life
There were times of peace scattered between those periods
Where some rulers were wise enough to unite and
live in harmony, rather than in feud
But remember though, these were still early times -
when weapons used in wars were simple.
Merely spears, swords and simple staffs.
Time passes by again, another millenia gone.
Wars are now fought with bullets and bombs,
This bomb was created to stop the "war of all wars"
Alas all it did was create a complication -
It started a race to see who could create the most destructive bomb of all.
So that's when this wasteland started to emerge my dear friend
Constant wars raged on neighbours
under the pretext of removing unwanted characteristics or beliefs
Innocents sacrificed in the quest for power
The men at the top raged on regardless
It's only people, they reasoned, casualties of war.
It's bound to happen, that's the nature they swore.
It finally came to head in the last century.
Father fighting son, brother against brother.
No one is safe, not even from their own family.
So it finally happened, the great war.
It brought a blanket of death across the world,
Aphysiating those who survived the first blanket.
Not sparing anyone, anything, not one at all.
And so hence the great wasteland was born.
These two aren't angels, nor minions of the devil
not really souls nor spirits nor aliens.
Merely our conscience speaking of the "what ifs"
Not missing us, or of life or love.
Just mourning the passing of this earth.
