This was the road upon which we fell

 We are no longer in a happy age,

for all around are visible the pyres

that speak aloud the fury, and the rage

of millions whose frustrated desires

are, to the rest of us, a warning knell:

All our ambitions led this world to hell.

You read, or watch, or listen to the news,

see failure and disaster as the mark

of our disgraceful lack of honest views,

returning all of us to the blind dark 

lacking a cure, or even a true spell:

All our ambitions led this world to hell.

There are no gods or demons to command 

our choices or our failures to decide 

that halted us from making any stand.

We came together in mass suicide;

and so, with neither whisper nor loud yell,

all our ambitions led this world to hell.

There isn’t much that promises new day

as wolf and leopard consume every gram

of human fools just learning we are prey,

and weeping as the predators now damn

all who are left into a stinking cell.

All our ambitions led this world to hell.

The truth is that the lot of us had known

that we had hastened this bone-crushing force

by turning conscience into cold stone

believing it was simply the right course 

to joyful ease. But we’re obliged to yell

all our ambitions led this world to hell.

We had been granted healthy rain and light,

yet gave them up for each new shiny lie

declaring that there’d nevermore be night,

that we’d be happy and no longer die:

But there was one truth not dispel,

all our ambitions led this world to hell.

All we have left is rot and nasty smell:

All our ambitions led this world to hell.