When The Music's Over

Please do not paste any glittery awards here. (This comes a lil late as I can already see two awards shining away to glory. Any more, and I'll wipe em out. LOL.)

 

As we, as a species, hurtle towards our extinction, I am reminded of the following lines from the song "When The Music's Over" by one of the greatest poets to walk the earth, Jim Morrison:

 

What have they done to the earth?

What have they done to our fair sister?

Ravaged and plundered and ripped her and bit her

Stuck her with knives in the side of the dawn

And tied her with fences and dragged her down

 

I hear a very gentle sound

With your ear down to the ground

We want the world and we want it...

We want the world and we want it...

Now

Now?

Now!

 

Yes. What have we done to the earth? Aren't we the same parasites we so detest? What have we achieved in our reign that the dinosaurs did not in theirs? In the end, nothing. We're going down like them. The only difference is, this time around, its our fault.

In the thousands of years of our dictatorship over this place, what have we done? Fought for our fantastically created gods? Killed in the name of these myths? Haven't we made this utopia into a gas chamber for the rest of its inhabitants? Can we dare to pronounce ourselves any better than the Adolf Hitler we decry? We are all terrorists. We are the devil. We are the god. We are the frikkin' apocalypse. We are the end.

Does anyone ever wonder what kind of god the next rulers of this planet will dream up?

Who will the next rulers be anyway? I think it'll either be the mice, the cockroach or maybe even the melon headed whale. Stretching my imagination a tad more, it could even be the white-breasted wood wren if we don't wipe it out before we wipe ourselves out. And I don't think any of them will be foolish enough to waste generations upon generations dreaming up daunting, spectacular superpowered dictators. They'll just get on with life, and be happy to gobble up enough to keep their tummies full. Yes. Have you ever seen an overweight lion lurking around the weight reduction gym?

And, as I type on, my thoughts are getting a lil too random. Shall continue on this controversial stuff later.

 

Title Dedication : The Doors

Also dedicated to Douglas Adams, who once said, "Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?". May his works live on. May I get to hitchhike the galaxy. Or atleast get out of here with the dolphins.

 

Also, messed around a lot with the photo to give it the dark, f***ed up look. As you may have understood, in this particular upload, the photo doesn't really matter. ;)

Done