What Have We Done? Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Revel in it.
This worldly world.
All this life that surrounds me.
All this happiness.
Pours into me.
Birds chipping there cheery song.
From dawn till the sun is gone.
The nocturnal creatures come along.
Even upon the sight of death the cycle keeps going from the insects and worm that inhabit this earth.
So much, so diverse.
In nature everything fits and seems perfect.
Only the humans seem out of place.
An unlikely invader.
A space case.
With so many implements of destruction.
We claim to be the ultimate creators, the greatest builders.
Maybe with our ego.
But I don't see it anywhere in the land of concrete, glass, and steel.
The sky scraper never belonged, useless to all but us.
Deranged claim from dirt to the heavens.
Time to go back to the roots.
Where it all started.
Maybe then become one.
A harmony the ability not to disturb.
Learning everything serves a purpose.
What is ours?
And the answer to that must be earn.
And not be assumed already known.
Celestial insects.
Gods among the shadows of men.
The protectors, the defectors, who knew turning against your own kind would bring such peace of mind.
A sign of the times.
Hiring the truly blind, hoping in them we can find a solution to the crime.
An unbiased point of view, with so much carnage to go through.