#aftercenturies

Not a soul to be seen,

Not a sound to be heard,

A few ruins here and there,

And the harsh wind roared.

Many years back or centuries ago,

When the world was colorful and sweet rivers flowed,

When people lived happily and worked together,

And the nights were silent as the stars glowed.

And then the world was attacked,

With greed and arrogance,       

And started the wars for land and rule,

The effect was deep and dense.

Trees were cut, places destroyed,

For peace and mercy, people cried,

But greed took over and ruled the world,

That’s how everything ended and dried.

Not all were evil, not all were rude,

There were still good hearts, but only a few,

They all went, one by one,