Remi Raji
Lovesong for my Wasteland, Sequence XVII
But as it was in the beginning... We have long been lost to the substance of things We have long sought the shadow of the masquerader And we puke in pride and laziness. As it was... We who own the land steeped in fats Still beg the world to feed our greed. You who now call yourselves conquerors Where, where is your trophy of victory? For those who snore in the glory of self-contentment The past is, the present is not, the future is nothing.



