Waste

Where are the dreams of 68'?
Where are the Sartre,Camus,Huxley
Where is Joyce.Eliot,Stravinsky,Pink Floyd
Nothing is still standing
Everything has fallen to bits and pieces.
Even your love is dry like your life
Your body wrinkled and tired
chronic diseases eating it up
Nothing still stands.
One day,long ago,in the light of your delight,
answers and plans,with great care were made
but now
everything has falllen
So futile,so helpless.
A true invisible.
In the vast immense as everything goes round and round
The birth of matter,The birth of a star,
The birth of a man.
Hope is born..
And as time it self holds us prisioners
 we try to fathom its meaning.
All these genuses.
All these thoughts.
Words.
Plans.
For nothing.
If I could make my way back.
If I could retrace my journey.
Keeping my memory,
Will there be a better road to take?
There are signs,it seems
But  not understood,to hard to decipher
All this waste. Six billion people
Billions upon billions since our dawn
Wasted away.
Oh creator? Why have you forsaken us!.