A Race of deceiving pace

Walking by the darker side
I see a beautiful emerging tide.
With the moon eying the unnoticed sight
Enticing the mother to display her pride.

A human having this claim to fame
A sense of six by far to acclaim
Tracking deep through its will and desire
I feel this race burning in a fire.

Witnessing and failing to abide by her sermon
They prove rather defend their claim
A recurring battle said to be forgone
with an end of an obvious entity to blame.

Pity and mercy is something you inject
Trust and faith is what you pretend to protect
Guilt makes u build this fragile peace
and theres someone again with a new weapon to unleash.

U dig hard to find where u hid the word help
Now u desperately rely on ur sense of six
A sense.. without a practical fix..
there u stand again.... deceived by her tricks!

Understand, realize else register!
relish the last few cherishable moments of "Mother Earth"
for ur race will not deserve its rapid glory
and then shall be buried as an untold story!