Friday, May 24, 2024

A Plaintive Cry

In a field of dust and bones, lays our accomplishments
The Earth emptied of hope, without a chance to repent
The world has been consumed by wars of human kind
If the Earth spins, recovering, it's because we're extinct
How dare we arrive here, in this lavish garden of life
We've destroyed our only home, evidence only
Written upon a tome, found in a tomb, left for others
To find