The Error of Our Ways

 

 

 

The charred wreckage remains

A tribute to our past

To those we leave behind

A legacy of death.

 

Once upon a time

The world was sweet and clean

Then man gained sentience

And needs became desires.

 

There was no place of peace

Man was ruler now

Over land and sea and air

The rest of life would kneel.

 

And now we pay a tribute

To all that we have lost

The error of our ways

The past that must not die.