Stark white columns
Against a painted sky
An ancient wonder
Crumbling
But enough bones
To form a skeleton
        A bustling society
        An age of innovation
And now
We visit
From our own wondrous world
        A bustling society
        An age of innovation
But
A facade is all we are shown
The wonder
Is always plagued
With horrors
        War torn cities
        Political slaughter
And death
So
Much
Death
History repeats itself
But no one
Will listen
To her cries of warning