Terence Roe

ruin at the door

seasons come seasons go
they come and go
world’s spinning round
and round the clock
we go
sun’s up moon is hanging low

she’s heard it all before
ruin at the door
of our dissension
she’s shining through the rain
no one holds a grain
of understanding
understanding

silently from her bed arising
she arises
beauty’s livid sorrow
hypnotises
humanises
we’re bleeding dry
these veins
to our survival

she’s seen it all before
ruin at the door
of our excesses
she’s laughing through the rain
who then holds a grain
of understanding
understanding

we reap we sow
we come we go
the cock will crow
the winds will blow
we come we go

time passes by us all
who of us escape it
evaluate it
nature sighs
her tired eyes
dilated
deflated
silent to the far horizon
sinking

she’s fainting to the floor
ruin at the door
her degradation
subjugation
she’s crying through the rain
that no one holds a grain
of understanding

seasons come seasons go
we sow we reap
we reap we sow
world’s spinning round
and round the clock
we fly
sundown
moon has gone sky high

she’s witnessed it before
ruin at the door
her subjugation
but she’s shining through the night
regardless of her plight
her degradation