Humanity At A Crossroads Poem by DM W

O this modern world has yet to solve suffering.
Despite it's golden promises, it's empty, dark
And cruel. Its neglected animals are howling;
While its once verdant fields and meadows are parched.
All of the sweet flowers of Love are now disgraced.
Perpetual wars maim the flesh of Innocence.
Entire cities are ruthlessly laid to waste,
While multimedia screens dazzle the senses.
The burning question is: will we submit to Grace,
Or will we remain lost and sink without a trace?