Ruins

Ruins of a world
The wounds are still bleeding
And the blood is in our hands
Our souls are bound to her

Mother cries but no one ears
No one tastes the bitter tears
We laugh like monkeys
Showing obscene grins

Ruins of a world
Spreads out under our feet
Same feet that walked on her face
Spoiling and degrading

Father warned and no one heard
So one felt the need to act
We swallowed then pucked
And larked about in our mess

But we're bound to her
And doomed to pay the price
It's to late now
The end is near

«What could I do ?» You ask
You pathetic individual creature
Nothing anymore for sure
Nothing
Anymore
For sure