Days Of the White Owl

The skies, swirl in a marble haze. I gaze across the land, with a sense of loss. Are we down in the game, do we give in? Wave the white flag frantically. No, no, no. Where do we go now? The corporate nightmare, sprouts like weeds as we ignore, oh so conveniently. Like a coloring book, this land we color in, with chains of stores and homes and businesses. What have we done? No, no, no. Where do we go now? The white owl glides across the summer sun. Death lurks near, I fear for this kingdom. Abused, raped, and ignored. Left to rot by the wicked sins that we cherish as progress forward. I witness, this self destruction of our race. I fear the future, and it's shaping face. I can't help but dwell, on our spiral down. What does it mean for myself, our race, and the future that we own? No, no, no. Where do we go now?