Red Sparowes

Alone and Unaware, the Landscape Was Transformed in Front of Our Eyes

The Sixth Extinction Crept up Slowly, Like Sunlight Through the Shutters, as We Looked Back in Regret...

We Stood Transfixed in Blank Devotion as Our Leader Spoke to Us, Looking Down on Our Mute Faces with a Great, Raging, and Unseeing Eye

A Brief Moment of Clarity Broke Through the Deafening Hum, but It Was Too Late

Like the Howling Glory of the Darkest Winds, This Voice Was Thunderous and the Words Holy, Tangling Their Way Around Our Hearts and Clutching Our Innocent Awe

Millions Starved and We Became Skinner and Skinnier, While Our Leaders Became Fatter and Fatter