Status of men
So high above the world we stood,
Like the tallest buildings, above the rest.
The world at our finger tips.
We the masters of animals slain
Our adversaries kneel to our might.
This, the natural status of men.
Enemies now from shore to shore,
Anger strife they then wage war.
We battle like barbarians
Raging blood and gore
Dying the land red
The earth once stable under our feet
Now rocks with shells that rip men limb from limb.
Now that hole-littered earth our sanctuary
Buried like the dead in trenches of mud.
The grave worms feast on our living dead flesh.
This pre grave pit our safety assured
From the animals of men their weapons trained.
Over the edge, wave after wave
The soldiers dart forth to face the thunder of bullets.
Death and life reversed.
The dug out earth sanctuary to the living,
While the dead and fallen lay unburied on land.
Fallen from grace this unholy war
Like a harvesting of souls to heaven’s gate.
Brought to our arrogant knees
Before the might of looming destruction.
The proud pedestal of man slashed down,
And we reduced to the feast of rats.
Oh the proud and mighty status of man.