The earth is littered with ruins that believed they were eternal, Structures of hope, of magnificence and honour. Long had man scurried this land for bread, Ruins of an age forgotten, of crumbs left to collect. A nation wherein the sun never sets, The magnitude of damage done, the precedents they set, Colonies of ants weighed down by their pale white soles, Lands divided, minds broken, history denied-
In the name of a god unknown. Treaties made with handshakes of earnest, Trickery and corruption boiled down to its core, Ripples were made and waves were broken- Long were they gone but the tide stood unbroken. The earth is littered with ruins that believed they were eternal, Waging wars for peace, for rage and honour, Blood running through the streams that sustained their ancestors- who laboured on a land burnt with the rays of history, Rays that shone on their children, as they reap the bloody paddy. In this life we build, we share and love, We fight for what's ours by birth yet accept what's done, Still, how long may our crumbs scatter this earth? This earth that is littered with the ruins that believed they were eternal.