Screens are the crematoriums of yesterday's news,

we switch them on

we switch them off,

between the static seeking brighter views,

our interest gone

the pyres excused...

 

We rant and rage for our own need,

we curse at this

we curse at that,

between our fast we sate our greed

we crave all bliss

we waste our seed...

 

While borders bloat and bellies shrink,

we close our eyes

we close our ears,

between our thoughts we fail to think

to question why

to make the link,

 

that all those Lines upon the Land,

the Crowns and Kings who Rule us all,

are nothing more than Shifting Sand

upon which once Great Kingdoms fall.