Towers that touched the sky
now crumbled where they stood.
Concrete rivers have run dry,
gone the flashing lights
and roaring motors’ hubbub.
Museums and libraries,
our history and knowledge,
reduced to forgotten memories,
overgrown by Nature’s foliage.
Cities built with pride,
abandoned to creeping vines.
No more human voices,
merely the sound of silence.
Steel and glass, glass and steel
just rust and dust.
Our grand civilization, alas,
sullen and mute.
The brick jungles, untended, dying,
as wildflowers bloom.
From harsh lessons learned
too late, we realize
we are the unworthy.
