Past,
tradition,
culture.
Chasing,
Yearning
the future.

Imposed,
through tales,
Spun by hoors,
of fat cat greed..
Selective with creed..

To rot,
deteriorate,
devour then grow..
The black,
the green,
To Life again...

But what life?
Bright lights shine
Dreams intertwine..
Hollow filled time,
Burns underlying strife..

Nothing to bide,
But endless crimes..
Growing ever faster
Days go by,
minute to minute,
This world of mine...

Looking from afar,
Steadily paced..
Through song,
Sighing,
Almost grinning,
Crying,
Mad,
Mad world...


(Er, yeah, kind of a just sketched it after looking at pic. The last line references the song 'Mad World' by...i can't remember who it was..but it seemed suitable...as it does epitomise so much..but yeah, kind of using that song as an example, like...)