
Evolution
Standing alone on a beach
In total isolation out of reach,
Watching waves crash against the rocks and sand,
Thoughts turn to the solitude of man.
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In the name of progress tankers being their all,
On lost horizons we watch them fall.
Pollution is the name of the game,
So called evolution is our aim.
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Who are these politicians that fail to lift a finger?
The consciences stained with the stench of death that’s left to linger.
Making money is all they see,
As they strip the earth like vultures of all its beauty.
We already know it’s too late.
They have already condemned us to our fate.
No doubt we will find someone else to blame.
After all, we are all equally guilty just the same.
What is there to be gained by standing on the sidelines of our dying world?
All we need to do is shout out no more and we might be heard