Humans Are Weak

In the days before builders
Before humans
Before life
There were no cities
No homes held dark and dank in the mists of the tree trunks
There was everything in its simplistic nature
But people came
They believed in something
Fairytales bent on learning good values
On righting wrongs
Where the wicked was punished
And none but the good remained

In the days before grown ups
Before parents
Before life
There were no scraped knees
No untied shoes
Only imaginary days filled with sunshine and life
Nothing was wrong
Princesses were rescued from towers
And frogs when kissed turned into princes
There was no need to cry
No need to worry
Children weren’t snatched out of front yards
And candy from a stranger was on Halloween
It was safe

In the days before logic
Before reason
Before strife
There were no wars
No infighting to grow higher
Only the desire to be one with everything
The creatures relied on themselves
On their instincts
They did not throw stones
Or build glass houses
They did not build
Or destroy needlessly

In the days before people
There was freedom
There was hope
Before people there was everything
Now there is nothing
Nothing left from our wars
Nothing left from our logic
Nothing left
No people
No cities
No hope