Unopened Hand

As the great cities are falling,
The earth is starting to shatter,
The dreams that we alll have dreamt,
No longer seem to matter.

Such a question that is so pure,
Would answer everything,
If we knew so much more.

So we drift through life,
Trying to be unique and new,
Experimenting with anything,
As there is nothing left to do.

The concept is simple,
That we unite and be true,
A whole race stood together,
Is that God? Or just fuel?