In the Fires of our Civilization

Fires began, a burn consumed centuries of human acts
The cause was ignored, as motive did not delete the event
Societal meltdown, bleeding from every pore, simple fact
Fatigue from addiction to events, a hubris as a pestilence
Existence became nihilism, humans were now artifacts
Waves of degradation left us unable to trust the evidence
Does our existence alone mean more than our survival?
When did we matter except to ourselves and scavengers
Did we celebrate life only to kill, as eaters of the dead?
There's danger in survival in a world of anger and hunger
For  you will become addicted to feelings of grave pain
You seek out more sources of it, rationalizing everything

“...we can endure neither our vices nor the remedies needed to cure them.” Livy