The Scourge On Humanity Poem by Edwina Reizer

Death, death is all around,
all the bodies beneath the ground
I look and I see what I should not see
before the ground swallows them finally.

I see their eyes shining with hope
and how their lids were shut.
The hope all gone, the light all gone
and humanity caught in a rut,

the rut of living one day at a time
and fearing the end of breath.
Some are old, some too young,
all of them facing death.

What scourge of a mind designed this?
Will it always be this way?
Or will there come a day
when mankind will upset this rut
and design a different play?

Life, life should be all around,
no more bodies under the ground,
no more saddened eyes to see,
no more of this for humanity.