Wooden Memories

This is my last day

The end of a long life

I saw so many things

All worth to be told

I went from an empire

To the born of the machines

From bronze and iron

To plastic society

I lived the apex and the decline of the human race

I saw the war and the pretence of the peace

The man is changed and he's set forth to his sunset

Before I leave I'll tell you what I saw.

Leaves, falls on my winter

Memories printed on the wood

When the earth will take my corpse

To bring me to new life

All the warmth of my death

Won't have so much to heat

Centuries of war and kings

Will be dishonoured

From the shameful end of their

Weakest heir

Legions were marching

Centurions on the head

I felt the power and the discipline of Rome

I lived the invasions of

Barbarians from the north

Burning destruction

The mighty of the horde

Leaves, falls on my winter

Memories printed on the wood

When the earth will take my corpse

To bring me to new life

All the warmth of my death

Won't have so much to heat

Centuries of war and kings

Will be dishonoured

From the shameful end of their

Weakest heir

Then came the church

Enslaving the free minds

It was a Dark Age

Contested by the lords

They found the light

Asleep under their minds

Their revolutions

From justice to a crime

And when the ambition overtook the last respect

The insane ants from the womb of steam engines

Soon they infected all the planet like a pestilence

Conviced they are the only rulers of this world

The beauty of the nature usurped by a consumerism god

I leave this world.