Death Of Mankind Poem by Robert Williams

A primal urge, a darkness in the core,
Compels us to tear down, forevermore.
We build grand monuments, then watch them fall,
A morbid dance, consuming all.

The atom split, a power unforeseen,
Unleashed a hunger, a destructive sheen.
Nations locked in a race, a twisted game,
To forge the mightiest weapon, etch their name.

Peace, a hollow word, a shield to hide,
The arsenal's weight, where sanity has died.
Mutually assured, a fragile thread,
Destruction poised, a hair's breadth ahead.

We cling to these leviathans, instruments of dread,
Believing they'll safeguard what's left unsaid.
But the line is thin, the trigger's touch so near,
And oblivion beckons, with a chilling leer.

Will this madness prevail, this self-inflicted blight?
Or can we rise above, and choose a different light?
The choice is ours, to break the cycle's hold,
Before the final silence, a story left untold.

...theBastardPoet...