Encore Poem by michele kostelnik

There will be no second appearance
for mankind.
Is it because we've been so blind?
The beauty of a lake with sun upon the snow
and spring flowers - will they still grow?
Many trees of green -
now have turned to dust.
Sky scrapers are a pile of rust.
As for people, there will be none.
A long time ago we had our fun.
Such a sad day it will be -
when we lose all humanity.
Exhibitionism ran its course.
Religion never found the source.
Some say special folk -
will wear a white cloak.
What an awful waste of time - to find,
We never used our God given minds.