Elysium; Our Earth

I wrote this a couple of days ago, the most recent thing I've done, and certainly the first in a while.
It carries on in the motif of the old Romantics, or at least, I hope it does.
It's just a short piece on the desecration of our planet.

I once roamed fields full of flowing flowers

and grass like emerald spires

raised high, like hands

to the sovereign lord,

who blessed us all with love.

But man is not long wan for peace

and soon a war, so fruitful, showered

us in fire and shrapnel shapes like snow-flakes

of hardened, hammered, iron.

The land; we scorched beyond recompense

and built so tall our concrete towers.

Though there reigns only one lord,

we wage our constant wars of vying power.

Who may say what makes war right

when blood is shed between brothers?

Following the steps of those before, the earth

underneath is marked and scored

as like with Cain and Abel- who legislated law

and as we grow rich, the planet poor,

so we forget where we came from-

we plummet, overthrow, we fall

at blinding speeds and so shall see

no more, the beauty of Earth as was once before