Is this what it was all about

the battle charge the victory shout

the blind pursuit of power consuming resource by the hour

razing all of nature's wealth along the way

I sit in sorry estimation of the messes they have made

a price left for future generations to be paid

the rise the fall the idiotic games that people play

'til time and space ran out on that final judgement day

I've seen it all...

Looking out across a vista of a spoiled and wasted world

void of honour's monuments void of flags unfurled

just a toxic heap of rubble having nothing else to say

a despoiled and filthy playground with no children left to play

Forlornly here I sit in hope for restoration

can phoenix rise from this disgrace and build a worthy nation

Not likely...

2 months ago - What exactly was the disgrace?

2 months ago - The wonderful mess made of the planet by careless, self obsessed humanity.

3 months ago - The first 2 lines sound so desperate then summed up by the last line.
3 months ago - I haven't yet read the poem but the title immediately made me think of Wilfred Owen's poem called Futility