When the bones of humanity litter the land

and cities once grand melt into the sand.

When we no longer gaze at the stars in the sky,

and try to make sense of that vastness on high.

The tale of our lives will never be told;

our vain quest for fame and futile quest for gold.

We ‘owned’ the world – or so we thought,

but how can we ‘own’ what cannot be bought?

We plundered our way through this world so vast;

we feared for our future while forgetting our past.

Now we are gone with no future to fear;

that future that left our bleaching bones here.

With humas all gone, the planet’s all right;

pity we didn’t have a bit of foresight.