The Writing on the Wall

I stumbled into a graveyard

And found written upon a stone

"In this place lies the human race,

Who died greedy and all alone"

It was dated Two-thousand and thirty-five

The year that man had died

The tomb was split just a little bit

So I decided to look inside

I saw what will be our future

Or maybe I should say our end

Covered in soil were barrels of oil

And money, too much to spend

I saw miles of nuclear weapons

As far as the eye could see

A place so sublime it was frozen in time

For all of eternity

Bodies lined the inner chamber

A warning to one and all

The price of greed means death indeed

The writing is on the wall

I stumbled into a graveyard

And found written upon a stone

"In this place lies the human race,

Who died greedy and all alone"

Reviews

[Brittany]

This was spectacular. The rhyme and flow were spot on. The message clear and concise. Bravo!

[December Blaize]

Wow. Your poems all have great flow, and the rhyming is flawless. This one speaks volumes, really, about humanity and the direction it heads toward. I like how you site greed as the root cause of this downfall. It makes one think.