The Lost Ones
It is the beginning of an end,
Humanity's own demise.
On false surfaces we depend,
Leaving our truths to rot, to lies.
Nature is pushed to its boundaries,
Allowing the concrete jungle to flourish;
The invaluable devices and their batteries,
May be the reason we will all perish.
We were once attuned with our inner beings;
The mind and senses in flow with cosmic swing,
But now the screens approve our feelings,
Ears keen to the sound of a ring.
Truly distant from our global surroundings,
Are we the drones that we feared would take over?
Disaster lurks round our precious findings,
Because luck can be drained from a clover.
It is time to come together and label what really matters,
Finding the essence buried within our young.
Crowns go out to the divine masters,
We must rebuild.rebuild the lost ones.
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