A burnt offering, or should it be fasting of gold and plenty?

In these hours, last days of hardship

What should we do to keep children out of harm’s way?

Maybe redeem ourselves and prove ourselves crusaders and not instigators of ruin.

Last night I heard the earth cry, tears of rain that flooded skyscrapers and eroded the toughest bridges.

Mouth so wide it swallowed homes whole, schools and roads.

Look now, Holy Father, we are turned foreigners in our own land.

Which blood would be enough sacrifice in this den we call earth?

Disarm a ticking bomb and gun held on our head.

Climate change is a hot coal in each and everyone’s back.

How was life in ancient times when earth was formed and culled from nothing?

Adam lived in Eden, it was life before science and machine

What if we had held back progress and maintained the olden ways?

Simplicity in every form,

from caveman to stone pot.

Would destiny be the same if no civilization ever transpired?

I wonder which road led us here to this fate.

That we became bearer of this hefty cross.

Yesterday I survived the earthquake, today it is a flood and I hear it will be much worse tomorrow.

What of civilization? Should I give up all and return to write on stones?

Today as I reflect on this life, I see that civilization was no work of saints.

My life, what will become of you in reverse times if civilization is done away with?

What sacrifice should we give for this den of dragons where we now have to live?