Writings on the Wall

Writings on the wall
colors flash-letters fall.

Life comes crumbling
left with ruins tumbling.

Life unending ceases.
Nothing but shards and pieces.

For a civilization once great,
salvation came too late.

No one saw the signs,
straightened up in lines.

Plain as the very day,
still could not find the way.

Salvation was at hand,
but they stopped for the band.

Disorganized and clueless,
never again to find success.

The end they never saw;
they just kept making law.

Nothing could ever change them.
Now, time has condemned them.

Never again to see
how great they could be.

Watch it all fall down;
in the writing, they slowly drown.