Civilization

[Anomandaris]

The city – an endless cycle of life
Birth and death swirling into a dance.
Sorrow and joy go as husband and wife
Lost in their alluring romance.
Fear and hope – world of contrast
This is the place where we grow old
Warmed by the memories of glorious past
In this kingdom of careless cold.
And what pushed humanity into a sway?
What lead this world of joy and despair?
Who turned the hunter into shivering pray?
Answers most secret – lost in its’ glare.

[cafolini]

Why should anyone be ashamed unless there has been intention to supress the joy of life and hope? I think it's clear nonsense.