In Death, Are All Our Worldly Cares Forgot! - Sonnet Sixteen

In death, are all our worldly cares forgot!
Do all the natures of our ills find rest!
Does every angered thought and act unknot,
To leave our souls in love and peace impressed?
 
In billion years’ progress, at last, we stand,
From God’s first thought to here, where we have found,
Our brink, our deaths, in our made foreign land,
And does the Earth not laugh at our renowned!
 
How deep our arrogance consumes our soul,
One million species lost and think that we
Will sure survive the cost of our control,
Our suicide will set the poor Earth free.
 
In death, will Nature put our ills to rest,
To leave its soul with love and peace impressed.