Allegorical poem on human nature, globalization, and the ultimate cost of greed |
In the Lands Across the Sea In a village called Curiosity In the forgotten lands across the sea The crops were poor, the work was hard Yet in the village there was no animosity In a village called Curiosity The villagers had no animosity In that land of sands across the sea Because they toiled day and night And in their weariness, experience' complacency The villagers had no animosity While experiencing this complacency In the demanding sands across the sea A child was born in a humble home And a boy named Same came to be While experiencing this complacency When the boy named Same came to be In the shifting sands across the sea He brought forth power to make the rain And the village rejoiced in ecstasy When the boy named Same came to be As the village rejoiced in ecstasy In the dwindling sands across the sea The crops grew thick, of barley and wheat And the villagers ate with glee As the village rejoiced in ecstasy Once the villagers ate with glee In the verdant hills across the sea They grew to be sad, fat, and weak They no longer toiled in complacency Once the villagers ate with glee They no longer toiled in complacency In the fresh green lands across the sea And in their boredom, they learned greed As they hoarded their crops selfishly They no longer toiled in complacency As they hoarded their crops selfishly In the rotted lands across the sea The village was tainted with discontent And villagers warred for superiority As they hoarded their crops selfishly While warring for superiority In the hostile meadows across the sea The boy named Same begged the villagers to stop But no one listened to his heartfelt plea While warring for superiority When no one listened to his plea In the ignorant lands across the sea The boy named Same died that day And the pouring rains stopped instantly When no one listened to his plea As the pouring rains stopped instantly In this violent land across the sea The crops did wither away to dust And the villagers mourned their idiocy As the pouring rains stopped instantly As the villagers mourned their idiocy In this harshest of land across the sea Their now-soft hands could not toil the soil And the sands destroyed all ceaselessly As the villagers mourned their idiocy The sands destroyed all ceaselessly In the lonely lands across the sea In the empty hills and barren fields There once was a village called Curiosity The sands destroyed all ceaselessly |