Ilk, illness and ill-will
Ignorance, arrogance and lack of skill
Converge on the verge of annihilation
Life forms encounter at the centre of implosion and inflation.
Dearth of clarity and serenity
Pervade when death to infinity
Multiplies confusion and division
In the era of erosion and implosion.
Order cedes way to disorder
Anarchy and chaos destroy the border
Between empathy and antipathy
When Cyclops and their myopia dream telepathy.
Why bother the soothsayer argues
‘Let them reap the fruit of glues
They stick to kleptomania
Cos in the long run they're afflicted by megalomania.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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