Fall

Fall, Fall, we will all fall. There was a prediction – there were sayings: Your house will fall, your health will fail, economies fail, all will fall into a pit of your own making. It will rain and you will drown in the floods. The sun will burn you and dry up the land. There will be pandemics and illness. The greedy will be devoured by their goods. The over consumers will be eaten. Your convoluted roads will unravel and crack.

Your rivers will flow with sewage and your coastline will become the edge of a ravening sea All the new builds, supposed to be social, will crumble into the swamps where they were sited. The penthouses will topple into the ravines of rubbish. The vaccination bugs employed to jab the population, will be turned by corrupt billionaires into communication devices Spies and eyes, in drones and flies. You will trust nothing – what is false, what is truth, who is good, who is corrupt Paranoia will reign – you will not trust yourself.

THIS I WILL PREDICT

Thus spake the Book of Face, the Ters of Twit, and the Icians of Polit. But wait – is there a glimmer, is there a bit of humanity still left pulsing with life, a conscience still throbbing with thoughts, a brain still creative and independent?

After the Fall there is the winter, but then is the spring. Fall is a part of the life cycle, so as things rot away, new life can be born. But it will need to be nurtured and the earth cared for too. We must see the pit we are falling into if we carry on with our current ways. The buildings built by the mighty powers reference past empires – but those empires fell. So do we not learn? They are empty, grandiose and corrupt.

When one person overeats, one family starves. When one is flooded, one is dessicated. When one is given oxygen, another is gassed. We are humans, and can think for ourselves

Look on this and despair!  No –  look on this and learn …