Eclipsed

Eclipsed, defeated the winter before spring now lays
branches crowned with fresh growth in only a few days

hiding in bushes, nightingales join their voices together
intoxicated by the sweet night scents i wonder whether

there's any sense in individual or national profits and gains
is it truly needful for us to inflict and suffer such pains

nature can be harsh, unmerciful and unreasonably relentless
but I will not delude myself, for the all too human abscess

is spreading, grinding down, swallowing all obstacles in its path
ingeniously forged machinations of horror, baring the wrath

of the so-called civilized nations, suppressing the weak
with wile and cunning, rewarded for reaching every new peak

unimpeded economical progress, that's what they all want to hear
on anything too wild, we sow the seeds of discord and fear

divide and conquer, profits stacking on an ever heightening pile
but no amount of money can force back the rising bile

no Croesus can escape from the clutches of the grim reaper
leaving behind an empire, perhaps, but is it worth the deeper

fissures, tearing apart so much that could have remained rooted
slowly, gently developing to its bloom before it got booted

so much that was mysterious also has passed away
such innocence lost, I think it was meant to stay

for what purpose does the dog bark or the birds sing
I care not for the motive, only for the joy they bring