The Human Species
We rose from dust, we learned to stand,
We shaped the earth with cunning hands.
We built our towers, carved the seas,
Yet filled the air with foul disease.
We forged machines, we tamed the land,
We burned the forests where they stand.
We drowned the skies in ashen grey,
And turned the night to poisoned day.
The rivers choked, the oceans wept,
As silent creatures slowly slept.
Their songs, once bright, now lost to time,
A testament to human crime.
The ice retreats, the deserts swell,
The earth cries out, yet who can tell?
For greed is deaf, and power blind,
And comfort numbs the guilty mind.
But still, the roots beneath remain,
A whisper soft in falling rain.
If hands that harm can learn to mend,
Perhaps this story will not end.
(Author unknown)
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