Anthropocene Age

Welcome to the twisted landscape of the Anthropocene age.

Where twisted steel belies imminent rage

And crumbling structures ignored to rot

Remind us of what we wish we were not

Unsafe to use

High cost to erase

Overlords let our time

Handle their waste

Locking the door

They’d rather we starve

Than sleep on their floor

An empire they carve

From policing the poor

Gaze upon the twisted landscape of the Anthropocene

See the truth behind the mirror black screens

Don't buy the lie that things cannot be changed

They can

and they were

That's why our world is deranged