Questions of Survival
 
Is there evidence of guilt?
Condemnation brought by whom?
Caesar's wife beyond reproach?
Who will wield wild words of doom?

Who will cast first stones at me,
sit in judgment on this case?
Why is there such awful fuss
Laid upon the human race?

I am guilty, I confess.
Can you see it in my eyes?
What will Creator's sentence be
when goodness stops and our Earth dies?

Is there the smallest chance of hope
the damage we can reverse,
call a halt, revive our world
before things get much worse?

Is Paradise lost,
and what is the cost?

By cherryk

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