From the tallest heights
I scan for signs of life.
In subterranean battlefields
I dig for residues of meaning.
Bruised & Confused
The landscape is bleak
& senses recede.
The rainbows are faint
& severed from divinity,
The colours no longer connect.
Black holes at night
Trap tomorrow’s daylight
& vision is vague & impaired.
Wailing infants aren’t seen
& the aged cloaked in apathy.
The songs of innocence & experience
Are sacrificed devoutly
On altars of greed & ignorance.