Small earthquakes might have hinted that things were going wrong.
The theatre shook but the Emperor refused to stop his song.
The changes in the atmosphere were no cause for lost sleep.
There were deaths upon the hillside, but who cared - they were just sheep.
Our warnings were merely whispers -the connections were not there.
We had no way to stop it, and no time to prepare.
We had no clue that we were doomed,
how close annihilation loomed.
Would we have left if we had known,
and saved our lives, if not our home,
or would we have ignored it all,
denying til the lavafall?