Nothing Poem by Paul Reed

Take down the temples
The palaces no longer enthral,
Unhinge the Royal gate
For man, he knows nothing at all;

The mausoleums, turn to rubble
The pyramids gather dust on a shelf,
Not built to make better the world
No, man built them all for himself;

We shout and scream amongst ourselves
We wage war with only a wisp of smoke,
Not to achieve lasting peace for the world
But for a reaction amongst himself to provoke;

Dress in finery, look in the mirror
To preen and feign we are good,
Leave the important things to others
For man, he never would.