Future

Future

Dead city in the desert killed by Man’s own hand

Once the thriving city-state surrounded by twenty types of dates

Caravan stop along the Silk road flourishing and nourishing

Coveted, swamped, usurped now ruins in the hands of the cretins

Palmyra the name of the metropolis protected by loneliness

But the good are always sought for slaughter

And so came the rush of blood to its daughter

Rome reacting by slashing and burning the rafters

Machinations of the mind will always kill mankind

Imagination of power sees reality’s reaction unkind

Now the black flag of oppression flies over poverty

A heritage once protected declared heretical and of the infidel

Dirty money at the ready as overfed financiers fund robbers

In chic salons they’ll fawn over this archeological porn

No questions asked as the moneyed highwaymen adorn

But in the desert the pillaged history will lie raped and shorn