Anish Roy
Testhouse
Earthling
We think we can have the last laugh
Can leave everything broken
With war, crime, and dope
With little to no possibility of hope
Great civilisations were buried
Conquers and emperors faded into obscurity
Yet, the delusion of a privileged position
Lure us to be momentary masters of the creation
We are not the centre of life
Neither the guardian of any being
But a mote of dust
On a small stage in a vast cosmos
All we need is a world of love
And stop all the horror and gore, because
The world doesn’t need us
But we need the world.