Prattle with induction

So smug then in your regard of our passed madness?
So sure you hold the keys of sanity
Yet blind you revel in your own consumptions
The virus of this world, humanity! 

The micro and the Macro fill the cosmos,
The scale of our endeavors, sub planetary,
But waves can wash it all away in seconds,
And power stations cores burn to the sea,

And marchers face the force of state oppression,
The neon armies boil their kettled blood,
But neither side gives time to sources warnings,
And few are getting ready for the flood.

And still the rabble prattle with induction,
And rare indeed is anyone who sees,
That we are made of matter raised to conscience,
And perfect forests are formed by broken trees.

All things are framed within our closed perception,
The wider lens can see the broader view,
Each man must work his magic at conjunction,
So sorry lovies,  this ones down too YOU !.

Dimlo sighs
Northern line
South London
28/3/2011