In the face of waning hope, let me recount,
The failings of humankind, like a fateful fount.
With Hemingway's grace, I shall dare to write,
A somber ode, in shadows of the night.

In this bleak world, where darkness lies,
Men seek solace beneath the starry skies.
For we, the flawed, bear a heavy weight,
Our virtues tarnished, consumed by fate.

Once noble, we stood tall and proud,
But hubris swelled, like a tempest cloud.
In lofty towers of power and greed,
Humanity's essence began to recede.

Wars waged on, with endless tolls,
Mere pawns in games of heartless souls.
Lives extinguished, dreams turned to dust,
Humanity's spirit left to rust.

In love's embrace, we oft stumble and falter,
Leaving behind scars, hearts eternally altered.
With careless abandon, we break sacred ties,
Leaving trails of sorrow, as love slowly dies.

Amidst the ruins of promises unkept,
The failures of humanity, wept and crept.
Trust eroded, like a fortress worn thin,
Leaving shattered fragments, deep within.

Oh, the pursuit of progress, our great folly,
We shape the world with a heartless volley.
Nature's balance, disrupted by our greed,
The consequences, a bitter truth to heed.

We desecrate landscapes, once pristine,
Concrete jungles rise, as nature's serenade is unseen.
Species fade, forever lost in time's abyss,
A testament to our shortsightedness.

And what of compassion, that tender flame?
Eclipsed by apathy, and a sense of shame.
We pass by the needy, with averted eyes,
Ignoring their pleas, as compassion dies.

Yet, within this lament, a glimmer remains,
A flickering hope, amidst sorrow's chains.
For in acknowledging our faults, we may find,
Redemption, renewal, and a chance to rewind.

With Hemingway's prose, I conclude this verse,
A bittersweet reflection, as the shadows disperse.
May we learn from our failings, to rise anew,
And reclaim the grace that we once knew.