Human Extiniction Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

The invisible.
The cloud floating on bye.
How many are counted.
Better yet how many are not.
Just another apparition.
The ghost thats seems so familiar.
Does it bare any relation, not in status, or blood.
But in correlation to the common occurrence of something so trite.
And if that is true why is it these words need repeating?
Contradictions of that in which we teach as much how we teach.
A memory to serve.
A mistake to preserve.
The stone glazed in the sun.
Attention must kept or soon it will resemble that which is considered rubble.
Concrete dust blowing away day by day.
The time eater always leaves its mark on those that are the least resistant.
Sometimes I do not think we even really understand any historical significance.
For if we did, we would proceed much more caution.
No rush when dealing with a steady hand.
A brush stoke must be tuned and refined.
Rhythm must be learned.
A spinning wheel then special the touches before the heat and paint.
A kiln set ablaze.
This is not just art but the human spirit.
And we ignore it in so many ways.
We destroy it because we care about the individual more then the entire population.
Selfishness on global level.
The world is ours but that does not mean any single individual should try to take it all for themselves.
For me is our great weakness.
And one day not to far it will cause our defeat.
Complete extinction.
A species wiped out like the vermin it let itself be.
Denying the truth till the very end.
He who knows no compassion, only knows death.
We are not gods, but generations of a single existence.