Human weaklings now walk
Where dinosaurs once tread
Now an outline in chalk
Their reign long-since dead
We are the new kings
We've planted the seed
Of paranoid generations
Guarding idols of greed
We don't see our decay,
How are we not the best?
Our decline doesnt matter
If we outlive the rest
We endlessly tout the 'era of man'
We think we're the end of evolution
We are the godly, the supreme
But what creature waits for the next revolution?
Great questions, great poem Joyce! ! I really like your style of writing. You have got some talent girl, keep it up! ! !
I love the question at the end because I ask myself this question all the time! I really do like this poem because I possess a fascination in humanity :) Very well written
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Who or what will rise when we fall? We might never know, but it's a good thought provoking question.