My heart wails, it bleeds each day.
Futures are left undone
Conquering and exploiting all newly ploughed lands.
Seems to be the most divine way
Tearing through every barrier unprotected
Spilling blood over our heads.
The evil of man dwells not in him but around him
In our quest to adapt,we drown
Burying our traits for the West
Yet they seek our artifacts.
Where do we stand?
How many are navigated by the course of change?
How have we fared?
Just can’t stop it from happening.
Just how many stand against this?
This cannon of change.