In Memory Of Mankind Poem by S.W. Clark

When bones of men have rotted through
and their towers tier no more.
When roads are rubble and ships forlorn.
The Earth has cured her sore.

He met her with a mighty blow.
To ruin what she did own.
His lust for want and want for lust
destroyed what she had sown.

His memory she'll lose, his gifts will be gone,
the kingdoms will not bewail.
When mankind slips, the world will rejoice,
when it sees the fool can fail.

O, glorious beast,
will you leave behind
a crown for your
wonderful lands.
Or perhaps it will be,
as though we don't see
this filth from our wicked hands.