Acidental

a interesting poem about how what we do today will define us when we die

Accidental 
Experimental
Experiments
Lament in hunger
And thunder and cry
As they sit there and die 
Monstrositys
That we see as freak of natures
But we are the true freaks
For  creating an abomination
A nation crushed in ruins
Fallen buildings everywhere
A wasteland 
Our land the one we once knew
But we threw it away on that day
Because we didn't save it any other
And another tragic society 
Lives in history 
Mystery of our own demise
Leaves nothing to define us
Death is your label
How you become a fable
It is your memory as a person what
Exactly will you do
Before you die
That denies your death was not worthless
What's proves you to the world as a person
Someone to be remembered
Or will you be dismembered from history
Can't you see if we don't do something 
We are forgotten 
And shot in the last essence of our being 
Our memories 
The memories we inspired forgotten 
Set them on fire
 
 

Author's Note

I have no idea