Call of blue planet;
Made a journey towards the beauty;
Near it came dark and dark;
Peeped inside, the wall of horror.
Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!
Dark and yellowish, reddish to the darkest;
Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!
Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!
The roots of dark heavy mass spread deep inside;
The air was rottened, dark and filthy;
Vision was blurred, eyes was burned;
The sun was grey, sometimes yellow, and sometimes dark.
Seems the planet is a cofferdam;
Ravaged the wind of terror a moment;
Fearful silence echoed the other moment;
Hope of pleasantness vanished for ever.
Explored the sticky water;
Once the blue Ocean, now dead or transformed;
Smelly, dark and waste of past centuries;
Gush violently all around madly.
Scratched! Scratched! Scratched!
Skin was torn and loosed in seconds;
Scratched! Scratched! Scratched!
Scratched! Scratched! Scratched!
No soul ever exists;
The past was dissolved in toxic currents;
No bone left behind;
Never a chance, left to visualize the past.
Swam hardily towards the land;
Barren, with concrete waste;
Hard and Solid, never seen a soft thing;
No life I found there at all.
Leaped! Jumped! Leaped!
Hard to move through sharp and toxic filthy wastes;
Jumped! Leaped! Jumped!
Leaped! Jumped! Leaped!
Found a man on a concrete wall;
Seems last soul on earth;
Schizophrenic he is;
Counting thousands of Discoveries and Inventions generations created.
Discovered to protect the world;
Invented to protect the world;
All for worldly pleasures;
Forgot the world itself is a pleasure.
Everything was illusion, he cried;
There was a land with full of life;
Water fresh, trees and birds;
Ocean was blue with Fishes, tortoises.
Music of birds, insects and all life;
Lost everything in generations, because of him!
Greedy and Greedy he became, once;
Until the earth was still with no voice;
Tired of Inventions and Discoveries;
Never imagined, ever;
Those were tools of destruction;
Carried with proud for centuries.
Looking the horizon he sat, nude;
On the concrete wall, he made;
Alone in the world of hallucination;
With reddish eyes, to invent something to create the past.
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