Must I experience all this world to sense its decay?

Tiny ants crawl laggard steps,

Birds fly into the ground.

The fish become forbidden,

Whales swim sandy mouthed.

The lions loop in circles,

Tamed by magic walls.

Must I read all these books to know this moment?

It's in our faces, it's smothering our souls.

People fall in graces, pains burn for all.

Your price has quite increased,

Your value’s been pushed down.

We’re far cast from sacred places,

But still remembered by digit call.