Words to the World
 

Where are you going,
Will you survive?
Revolving decaying,
Barely alive.

Look at past peoples,
Brilliantly cursed.
Years in their graves,
Yet their knowledge is dust.

Civilisations,
So many lost.
Wars, famine and folly,
What was the cost?

What are the secrets,
At rest in the graves?
Remaining clues taunt us,
And haunt us in waves.

Lessons are given,
In tablets of stone,
And written on parchment,
Or carved into bone.

Ancestors have left us,
The keys to their times,
The past passed down to us,
In words and in signs.

Are we ignoring,
What happened to them,
Their final destruction,
The way of all men?

Think what is happening,
Why only destroy?
Build and develop,
Or enter the void.

The ultimate darkness,
Where nothing remains.
No relics or artefacts,
Not even graves.

Where rank is no matter,
And wealth no concern.
Where time is forgotten,
And it’s too late to learn.

Now is the moment,
To contemplate change,
Consider achievement,
Perhaps rearrange.

For we must remember,
Our lifetime is cursed,
And words to the world,
Will turn gently to dust.