War

As I walk through the rubble
of what once was a great church
hearing the echo of dying hymns of the past
The smoldering debris
Of a once so sophisticated civilization

As I turn the corner to what once was a school
The once so noisy courtyard, eerily silent
With the touch of death settling upon it

Technology leads to power
Power leads to greed
Greed creates resentment
Resentment breeds hate
Hate Breeds war
War breeds destruction