Where only one god reigns supreme
A world where death is the only dance
And every song’s the same
Where all obey one single line
And colours fade to monochrome
Where forests fall and tarmac carves
Through meadow hill and stream
Where day by day the wildness dies
Till there is nothing left to save
And will we see the earth put on
A uniform grey as the grave?
And does it have to be that way
And does it have to be that way?
For all life is holy the poet once said
And all that is different is part of the dance
And the web of life’s colours needs each single thread
For the dance to continue unbroken.
Contributed by giorgio - 2020/8/29 - 10:35
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