The World We Created

O desolation!
Where has the joy gone?
Streets that once echoed laughter
run deep with blood and tears.
Homes, hearts, once filled with warmth
stand empty,
cold specters, testaments of cruelty.
None shall enter their doors again,
nor shall they remember.
Hearts cry from the darkness
as souls wither in the streets.
What have we done?
Our arrogance a witness against us.
The path is lost,
and we fall on our knees.

Alas, it is too late.