Relics From A Bygone Era

Feet and hands are useless,
their labours and toils are fruitless.
Flesh and body replaced with steel,
and dead hands, with no means to feel.

Metal, with oil and grease below,
where tides of blood once flowed.
Clockwork hearts without feeling,
artificial life lived without meaning.

Clanking mechanical cogs and gears
and empty souls constructed without fear.
Dead skies filled with fire and smoke,
Mother Nature strangled, beaten and broke.

The bones of man reduced to ancient relics,
a race destroyed, without relish.
Hollow eyes, encased in empty shells,
like the porcelain skulls crushed by their hell.