Down under the surface soil,
Gritty life lived full of hard toil.
Now sit us high above the green tree line,
Disconnect we are from earths toiled fetid mine.
Leave the shackles of this hard fraught life,
Filled with its challenges & impending strife.
Suspend thought in a hand of time,
Await the knowledge and a future sign.
Beyond the bog and the oozing mire,
Burn a heaven brimming with eternal fire.
Not much longer now to endure,
This worlds strife, this systems manure.
TARQUIN 2022
