Perfect Entropy
In the beginning of time
Nature and religion
Helplessly intertwined,
They cannot be separated.
On the edge of a chasm
. - Small altars.
In moss-claimed ruins
. - A ceremony of clicks and yells
. - The participants waving hands
. - Crooked teeth calling out changes in tune.
A man sits still, legs crossed
. - Dreadlocks tumbling down in ropy cords
. - Yellow streaks of paint rest on his forehead
. - A red stripe between them.
. - His fingers tipped red as they brush over his scripture.
. - He meditates
. - One with the world.
In the beginning of time
Nature and religion
Helplessly intertwined.
.-.-.
Time passes
Fires bloom
A city flashes by
A portent of things to come
-.-.
Muddied flats pour water over algae-covered precipices
. - Brown-tinged liquid falls, turning yellow, then white.
. - Spray hangs in the air
. - A cloud of mist and beauty.
Lakes reflect their surroundings
. - Mirrors to the world around them.
. - The ripples of birds disturb the surface.
A twisted tree rests, lightning blasted
. - A gargoyle perches on top
. - Head cocked to a side as he rustles his wings.
A chainsaw whines, like a thousand angry hornets.
. - A giant falls
. - Knocking over other trees in its way.
Lands die; rainforests are burned
. - Natives look from shadows in fear
. - Like hunted animals.
People, packed in a small space
. - Shoebox houses stacked on top of each other:
. - Haphazard block piles thrown together by a child;
. - Regimental lines constructed by an adult.
A cigarette factory
. - Full of people, bright clothing
. - Rolling dirty, ugly tobacco
. - A claustrophobic environment.
A sterile white room
. - Like a hospital
. - People bustle, assembling electronics.
Adults rush by
Filled with busy lives
And the pace of life
No time, not enough
Rush, rush
Hurry, hurry
Go now
Faster, faster
A blur of color.
A mime silently screams
. - Eyes rolling back
. - His face contorts in agony.
-.-.
Fire rises up in columns
. - Yellow tornadoes of flames.
Army trucks
. - Blown out by bomb blasts
. - Abandoned as useless.
Shoveling ashes
. - Burning bodies.
Barbed wire, victims' shoes
. - Black and white photographs
. - Piles of skull and bones, neatly placed, cracking
. - A concentration camp.
-.-.
A slow yet sudden progression
From harmony to disaster
From vibrant reds and greens
To a dead and desolate brown.
And mankind is at the center of it all.
A/N: This was inspired by the film "Baraka". The interpretation of it is up to you.