The moons shackled; then turns fractal
The Oceans divide, There’s a great fire above us in the sky; The Ancestors sigh.
The mountain screams, Then it explodes at the seams; The deadly steams!
Renewing rain turns to acid; leaves turn brown then go flaccid.
Fat belly’s start to whine, their hunger feeds the crime; atrocity is the new prime.
The ground shutters and shakes, it’s like a chuckle mocking our fate.