'Hopeless Optimism' by Trendance

Our smoke, debris and damage,

My spite, frailty and rage,

Between tremendous natural disasters and the tedious daily routine,

The misery-ridden overpopulated Stone madly spins faster²

And worryingly gravitates around its cracked self.

What is left in this plight? What is right in which is left?

Our warmth, security and measure,

My hope, reverie and pleasure,

I rouse from the excruciating non-reversible earthly mess

And ride the long-surfed benevolent ripple to smoothly land on spotless Cloud nine.