Brave New Worlds

A sun sinks slowly in the west
As rising ones effervesce
Horizons narrow and draw near
But sky no longer limits fear

While mankind in various guises
Blithely gathers plastic prizes
Bends his bow by stretching truth
Shoots his sins at heaven’s roof

The world turns still, as still as thunder
But those who feast die of hunger
The hungry sing sweet songs of praise
And angels sternly shelve the days

Under unseen eyes all seeing
Staring hard the human being
Blind to all beyond all knowing
Sees his plastic prizes growing.