The spectator

And while A world was watching A precious cargo-ed flame, died a silent death Whispering to a sun, setting far too soon Too soon Like the dying breathe of a cancerous moon And while A world was watching From these safe havens of falsified bliss The winds from all four corners, did hiss They sang their cursed songs Of what is yet to come Pass the jagged mountains of pepper stone Crumbling, drowning in toxic seas, Alone… You ask me how it came to pass Did you not populate a front row seat? While, The world was watching….