Death of Humanity

With a hushed soft voice the truth be told

While lies are spoken proud and bold

Forgotten are the wise and old

And blood is spilled on streets of gold

Wise and foolish are the same

In deaths cruel and funny game

For dirt cannot burry the shame

Unless they lose they cannot gain

the tables are set with joy and care

Yet with devils dine ye there  

To ribbons doth the flag they tear

and gobble up. No speck they spare

Nor food they share, nor care give thee

A spectacle as this to see

Causes one to weep and grieve

The death of poor humanity