Cities left in ruins
A storm is on the way
The streets are strangely quiet
The shelling stopped today
Rich men in the staterooms
Holy men in Rome
They carve us up between them
The truth is never known
World in action
Forests keep on burning
The seas are running high
The future's in the balance
And nobody wonders why
World inaction
This was a song, and the words grew at the same time as the music. I was with a band at the time, and this was the last (and musically most sophisticated) song we finished before a combination of artistic, personal and financial factors brought our association to an end. It wasn't so much the wasted time which was so irritating (if indeed it was ever really wasted), but the wasted potential. (2000-04-19)