Civilizations Poem by Petra Novakova

No civilization lasts forever, none is ever left unchallenged
One way or another war breaks out and takes its due in souls
Until we become nothing but leaves on the winds of change

Why do we listen to the whispers of a dead past?

Each and every time empire falls, it turns to piles of dusty tomes
And so far, there have always been bits and pieces left behind
Enough for our kind to learn, change, from dust be reborn again

Why do new generations think themselves better then?

Still rebuilding the world in an image of the future yet to come
Refusing to follow their ancestors who fell for lies now long gone
The new children strive to be free of the sins of the fallen men

Why is life color coded if we are but shades of grey?

There are no Gods left to hide behind, we know the truth now
Fear has come to our shores once more, but we are deaf and blind
We look to those not there and see our faces buried in the ground

Will there be anything left of us to begin again?