Galapagos Poem by Tzvetozar Tzakov

Walking through the ashes of civilization
As it was known a million years ago
When people ruled and crushed the world
Creating needless guns just for fun
And killing each other on the run
Brushing aside all their pains
Making and destroying chains
With nothing but their big and mighty brains

Seeing nature’s bowing to its children
Crying blood from wounds of growth
Metal rain of human’s madness
Squeezing slowly sap of Earth
But was it all this worth it
The horror that we’ve made
To live with and within
With no religion we’ve commit our mortal sin

Now there’re no guns, no wars, no pain
No prejudice, no envy and no shame
People everywhere are all the same
And nothing else around to blame
No hands to make implements of fight
No brains to take minds off of life
Now, a million years from then, we’ve paid the price
To find our much sought-after paradise