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