A poem by Murzban F. Shroff
This is the winter of our confinement
This is the spring of our unease
This is the summer of our expectations
The fall of our species
This is the weakness of our senses
This is the outcome of our greed
This is the collapse of our intellect
The negation of our needs
This is the night of our darkness
This is the prison of our morrows
This is the cumulus of our burden
The song of our sorrows
This is what we brought our world to
Conquering land and sea and sky
Not for a moment did we pause
Thinking where our limits lie
We robbed the earth of its beauty
And we drained the soil of...
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