Man is working so hard destroying his earth habitat, his neighbors, his relation with God by worshiping the golden-calf...
It is not only the struts burying their heads in the sand...
Any optimist still alive out there?

A tired Zeus looking down cannot see
through the man’s pollution the world,
and he is sad because brother Poseidon
in polluted seas waters he has drown.

Erato called back all her inspiring Muses,
man don’t deserve to write another word,
while Ares don’t care what they think
as long as quills are forged into swords.

Crying Aphrodite, man is a cheating lover,
her bed of silky sheets are empty of love,
man are spoiling everything he touches,
like Midas, on his heart a search for gold.

Also crying is Gaia, our Mother Earth,
dying wheat and growing hunger, that’s for,
because man will sweat no more by plowing,
because he gave Ares is soul for a war.

Beware little man with wings made of wax,
don’t try to fly above of all your gods,
and dream to be the most powerful there is,
or like Icarus, son of Daedalus, you will fall.

The Churches of man are getting empty, and
Synagogues, Mosques, but not the powerhouses,
where presidents and tyrants play with lives
as the sons of man in no man’s lands agonize.

Oracle has become deaf to man’s questions,
and of answers, a mute talking only to his gods,
as the sons of Man have forsaken the loving Father,
if he could talk, that there is no future, not anymore.