Poetry Collection by
Anders Lundegård

A Lunde Garden of Eden


Men and women dance
The night is ever young
Technologies advance
The last verse's not been sung


Science supposes progress
Fine tuning our clocks
Wall Street gladly announces
Its faith in all the stocks



CEOs & Bankers proclaiming
"This we can't resist"
Too na´ve to be complaining
For the hordes immense threats exist

How can we deny?
We fear this dynamite
Weeping, endless nights I cry
I lament I'm a troglodyte