Our Plague Of A Planet

The world around me
there's something wrong
with all of it.
There's a song unsung
lingering in the air
longing for a voice.

The trees and buildings shake
in anticipation
of something better to come
rainbows dance
the sun shines
oblivious
to the storm clouds
roaring with informed laugher in the distance.
The world is full of darkness.

The people are tainted
something sickening sticks to us all.
Our bllod is red with
dysfunctional love
for the diseased rock
we call home.

This world around me
there's something beautiful
about all of it.